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A friend is a need |
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Like a gauze when you bleed |
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And you're layin' and cryin' away |
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And the dozen or so |
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Of the friends that |
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I knowAren't worth the time anyway |
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The tree can be a hangin' tree |
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The rose a thorny stem |
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The wind can blow across the field |
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But it's always us or them |
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Yeah it's always us or them |
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A song is a thing |
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That you you write and you sing |
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When you're layin' and cryin' away |
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And the dozen or so |
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That I wrote long ago |
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Don't sound good anymore anyway |
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The tree can be a hangin' tree |
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The rose a thorny stem |
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The wind can blow across the field |
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But it's always us or them |
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Yeah it's always us or them |
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A prayer is a thing |
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Like a kite on a string |
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That can snap and get lost in the sky |
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And a dare is a dare |
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So you better beware' |
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Cause soon you'll be saying goodbye |
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The tree can be a hangin' tree |
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The rose a thorny stem |
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The wind can blow across the field |
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But it's always us or them |
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Yeah it's always us or them |
