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If i had no friends i'd have no one to ridicule So goes the tale of the resident fool If i clear my space i could clear it to be with you Backhanded claims of a resolute If i call an end to the trouble i'm sinking in Maybe a sign for a crime or sin
I'll love my girl when she comes home I'll love my boys when they get home With friends like that who needs enemies
If i make no sense i'll be nearer to fitting in Spreading the wisdom by accident If i call you out that'll bring it all to an end Token resolve of a dissident When you pull me in that'll settle the residue Maybe a sign for a crime or a sin
I'll love my girl when she comes home I'll love my boys when they get home With friends like that who needs enemies
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