Song Of Our So-Called Friend

  
Re

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member when our so-called friend would 

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not call out to you

  
while tumbling 

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loosely out a hole punched t

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hrough your home? 

  
It’s 

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pretty clear, though you could hear, you 

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truly finally knew,

  
in time, he’d 

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tell his tale the way he’d lik

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e it told. 

  
Now he 

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isn’t on the 

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phone, and his story 

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might as well be 

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so.

  
Well, 

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loving is as loving does, and 

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I’d say we should know,

  
because we 

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both have loved, have lost, and 

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are alone. 

  
Your 

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face’s falling tears, to me they’re 

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lovely and they’re dear,

  
though you don’t 

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love me and it’s clear that I will 

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never see you 

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in my arms.

  
There’s 

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no room in you

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r heart for 

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even this finely-sharpe

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ned dart;

  
al

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though I had start

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ed to think there might 

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be hope, it isn’t 

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so.

  
So 

C♯m
wake up, make up so

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me new song aga

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in around the sa

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me tune.

  
The water 

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cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it be

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nds, the summer ends;

  
our so-called 

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friend doesn’t 

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need you.

  
So proceed 

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out the door and down the street. De

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cember’s lying near,

  
but in the 

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oven’s heat this house is now a 

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home. 

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Sixty days of trips and stays you 

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took to tell me, dear,

  
that you can

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not love me because you secret

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ly still love a 

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stone.

  
Although I 

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put my lips to you

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r face, trying to 

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push his kiss out of 

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its place,

  
al

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though my heart star

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ted to race, now it 

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has slowed, I’ll let it 

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go.