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With friends like you |
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I could throw away my tv |
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Cause I got it all in spades now |
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All triumph and tragedy |
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And when as a kid with a pocket knife |
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Like a stone from a distance thrown |
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It's a gamblers trick, it's a pain in the dick |
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Must have brought it on myself somehow |
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Hey! |
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With friends like you |
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With fiiends like you |
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It's a wonder why a guy gets bent |
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You gotta fine fine way |
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Of draggin' the Clouds underneath the dun |
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And those darkened sunsuit tea bag colonge |
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And sympathy toasts you all alone |
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You pick me up like a second hand coat |
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Spit and shine a Friday night |
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But the things you forget hang around like a bet |
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You're safe 'till they notice the price, price! |
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With friends like you |
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With friends like you |
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It's a wonder why a guy gets bent |
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Yeah, when you're raining on the parades |
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Down in the piss stain with a champagne |
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You got it |
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When you thought she's holding you like she means it |
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You hold her by the hand, take you somewhere nice and quiet |
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When you thought she's holding you like she means it |
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Cause when the going gets tough |
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She'll kick you in the nuts |
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And watch your Christmas list whither and die!, Die! |
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With friends like you |
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With friends like you |
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With a French IQ |
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It's a wonder why a guy gets bent |