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The odds have built up of the chance you're going down, ' |
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Cos you're looking pretty guilty in the court of the crown, |
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And my friend's getting eager to complete this mission, |
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It's better all round just to sign the confession. |
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Doesn't matter if you're innocent or guilty as hell, |
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My friend's got a feeling that you're feeling unwell, |
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Who cares about the truth, the truth's there to bend, |
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Do as I say |
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I'm your only friend. |
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The wicked step father that took a step farther, |
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Played the patron saint in his shining armour, |
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With his sword of power and shield to protect you, |
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Tongue hanging out 'cos he's going to get you. |
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You know I want to hug you, you know |
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I want to kiss you, |
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I't's your dear old pop and you know |
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I really miss you, |
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In the pantomime of life look out he's behind you, |
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Says no I'm just here to remind you. |
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Best friend |
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I'm all that you've got, |
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Pretend best friend if you like it or not, |
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Pretend best friend so don't talk to them, |
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You've got to talk to me 'cos |
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I'm your best friend. |
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Call yourself a friend, |
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That drives me round the bend, |
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You call me when you like, |
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And call me what you like. |
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Was it the father or the son or the holy ghost, |
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The butler in the kitchen or the gameshow host, |
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The policeman on the corner who'll show you the way, |
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The geezer with a beard comes on |
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Xmas day. |
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Could be your mother or your father or your sister or your brother, |
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Doesn't matter who it is they'll say there ain't no other, |
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Might never see 'em or you meet them every day, |
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But who gives a damn when you hear them say. |
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Best friend |
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I'm all that you've got, |
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Pretend best friend if you like it or not, |
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Pretend best friend so don't talk to them, |
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You've got to talk to me 'cos |
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I'm your best friend. |
