| Patrice:
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| A friend’s not a cheap little phony creep
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| Or a jerk trying to make a deal
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| A friend is a person who, most of all
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| Cares about what you feel;
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| And nothing is harder
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| Than learning a friend isn’t real
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| A friend sends notes back and forth all day
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| And doesn’t care that you can’t spell
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| A friend knows you’ve got a crush on your teacher
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| But a friend would never tell
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| A friend’s outside waiting
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| The minute you both hear the bell
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| And if your heart is always breaking
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| Cause the world is just not fair
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| When you’re at your worst
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| Your friend’s the first one there
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| Giving you something to lean on
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| And that’s what it means to be a friend
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| A friend won’t smoke when she’s in your room
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| Or laugh at the poems you write
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| A friend won’t go start kissing your brother
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| The minute that you’re out of sight
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| A friend is the person
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| You call sixteen times every night
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| And if your heart is always breaking
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| And you want to run and hide
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| When your hope is gone
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| Your friend is on your side
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| If someone moves in ‘round the corner
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| And you want to show him you care
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| So you give him all your last month of vacation
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| And all of the time you can spare
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| But then, on the first day of classes
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| He acts like you’re not even there
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| Then he doesn’t know'
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| He doesn’t know!
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| He’ll never know what it means
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| To be a friend |