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Of all life's treasuries |
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One is most preciously |
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Kept in my heart |
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And that's the loyalty of friends |
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And family gathered 'round |
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And making joyous sounds |
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Familiar voices warm the heart |
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I find myself alone and feelin' blue |
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Then I know what to do |
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I phone my friends in melancholy |
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And then sometimes I'm filled with doubt |
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Something will chase it out |
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It's having friends, their faith will win it out |
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The problems that we face |
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Are easier to take when you have friends |
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To share the ways and how you knew |
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That they will share the load |
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Then you can always go by day or night |
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You know that you're with folk, of course |
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I know that some of you |
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Can't think of any who you might call friend |
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But listen and I'll tell you that |
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You've heard it said before |
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And of it's truth I'm more |
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Convinced that you have friends just be one |
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No thing comes even close |
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To what we treasure most |
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Then to be with friends |
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No thing comes even close |
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To what we treasure most |
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Then to be with friends |
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No thing comes even close |
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To what we treasure most |
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Then to be with friends |
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No thing comes even close |
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To what we treasure most |
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Then to be with friends |
