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You were my brother |
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A soul mate a friend |
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The kinda one you |
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Supposed to meet 'n keep but then |
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Some misunderstanding |
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Ruined a perfect blending |
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A sour tasting stew |
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That would never happen to you |
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I was on the road |
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Busy obviously |
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Consuming time and |
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It didn't help necessarily |
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You did not return my calls |
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Surrounded by your walls |
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Quite a childish thing to do |
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For a critic like you |
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We can still talk it over |
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Get a drink get sober |
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Friends do that |
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They just admit 'n forget |
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We want the world to move on |
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Already we don't get along |
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Ain't nothing worse than friends |
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Who regret they met |
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Could it be more easy |
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Pour it down the drain |
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'cause even "lonely" |
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At the top of the food chain |
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Life is still too short |
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And I don't think we can afford |
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Friends makin' mistakes |
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Give history a break |
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Can you imagine |
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Endin' up there all together |
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Oh, it won't matter |
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They |
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ll place the two of us right next to each other |
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Every dinner breakfast |
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God knows how long it 'll last |
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Shiits, jews, you and me |
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Mute eternally |
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We can still talk it over |
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Get a drink get sober |
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Friends do that |
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They just admit 'n forget |
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We want the world to move on |
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Already we don't get along |
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Ain't nothing worse than friends |
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Who regret they met |
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Someone hurt you before |
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It's what you're blaming the next one for |
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Ain't that exactly |
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Why we people 've been needing therapy |
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Since the earliest century |
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We can still talk it over |
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Get a drink get sober |
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Friends do that |
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They just admit 'n forget |
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We want the world to move on |
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Already we don't get along |
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Ain't nothing worse than friends |
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Who regret they met |
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And all these conversations we had |
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By the value system bein' dead |
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Ain't that what you said |
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... That is what you said: |
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"Forgive and forget as easy as that... |
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Innocent and entire nations dragged into war 'n how did we come this far?"... |
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... Cut the crap, you can't even make it up to friend... |
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Ok, I'm sorry I called you dreadful, I still think you do need a girl though, get a wif, get a drink... |
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You called me a capitalist, moralizing in my farm... |
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Let's get lots of drinks, mojito's... |
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In love with the entire bar, lousy in the morning, still better than embarrassed towards this angel: |
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"Were these the best friends?"... |
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Before I could never understand, a father and a son on unspeaking terms... |
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So sad. |
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Forgive 'n forget, |
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As easy as that, |
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I think alcohol could save the world, it's dangerous... |
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What? ... |
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Not to drink... |
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Say that again |
