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All the friends that I've had |
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right or wrong good and bad |
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keep me whole in every way |
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and in the end I'll be glad |
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that I've had the days of |
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sadness on my back |
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cause all the happiness inside |
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isn't truly gonna find |
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any replacements here |
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it's the morning I love best |
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when I can't afford to rest |
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any more than I'll allow |
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from the moment I get high |
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I don't want to be reminded at all |
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that I no longer have the time |
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to be free from all thats |
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rising around me here |
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if such a symptom should appear |
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then I'm heading home to feel |
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my precious gold |
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the one who helps me understand |
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and can truly be a man |
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who's finally whole again |
