| You were my brother
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| A soul mate a friend
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| The kinda one you
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| Supposed to meet 'n keep but then
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| Some misunderstanding
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| Ruined a perfect blending
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| A sour tasting stew
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| That would never happen to you
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| I was on the road
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| Busy obviously
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| Consuming time and
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| It didn’t help necessarily
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| You did not return my calls
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| Surrounded by your walls
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| Quite a childish thing to do
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| For a critic like you
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| We can still talk it over
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| Get a drink get sober
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| Friends do that
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| They just admit 'n forget
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| We want the world to move on
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| Already we don’t get along
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| Ain’t nothing worse than friends
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| Who regret they met
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| Could it be more easy
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| Pour it down the drain
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| 'cause even «lonely»
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| At the top of the food chain
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| Life is still too short
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| And I don’t think we can afford
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| Friends makin' mistakes
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| Give history a break
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| Can you imagine
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| Endin' up there all together
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| Oh, it won’t matter
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| They ll place the two of us right next to each other
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| Every dinner breakfast
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| God knows how long it 'll last
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| Shiits, jews, you and me
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| Mute eternally
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| We can still talk it over
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| Get a drink get sober
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| Friends do that
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| They just admit 'n forget
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| We want the world to move on
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| Already we don’t get along
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| Ain’t nothing worse than friends
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| Who regret they met
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| Someone hurt you before
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| It’s what you’re blaming the next one for
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| Ain’t that exactly
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| Why we people 've been needing therapy
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| Since the earliest century
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| We can still talk it over
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| Get a drink get sober
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| Friends do that
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| They just admit 'n forget
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| We want the world to move on
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| Already we don’t get along
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| Ain’t nothing worse than friends
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| Who regret they met
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| And all these conversations we had
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| By the value system bein' dead
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| Ain’t that what you said
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| … That is what you said:
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| «Forgive and forget as easy as that…
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| Innocent and entire nations dragged into war 'n how did we come this far?»…
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| … Cut the crap, you can’t even make it up to friend…
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| Ok, I’m sorry I called you dreadful, I still think you do need a girl though,
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| get a wif, get a drink…
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| You called me a capitalist, moralizing in my farm…
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| Let’s get lots of drinks, mojito’s…
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| In love with the entire bar, lousy in the morning, still better than
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| embarrassed towards this angel:
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| «Were these the best friends?»…
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| Before I could never understand, a father and a son on unspeaking terms…
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| So sad
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| Forgive 'n forget
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| As easy as that
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| I think alcohol could save the world, it’s dangerous…
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| What? |
| …
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| Not to drink…
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| Say that again |