| «You say there is no other who treats you like I do
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| But I’ve talked to your father and mother, they both say it’s through
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| Now you’ve headed back to the East Coast in a brand new car
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| All my letters returned unopened, just to see how you are
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| As you say, 'Why can’t we be, why can’t we be, we be friends?'
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| 'Why can’t we be, why can’t we be, we be friends?'
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| You say the world isn’t over
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| It’s just a different place
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| Though you’re no longer around me
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| You send pain by the case
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| And I guess this thing wasn’t working
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| So ending it was best
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| But I just can’t seem to manuever this weight off my chest
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| As you say, 'Why can’t we be, why can’t we be, we be friends?'
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| 'Why can’t we be, why can’t we be, we be friends?'
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| Cause I’m not ready
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| You say there is no other who treats you like I do
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| But I’ve found myself with another
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| And you’ve found someone else too
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| The pain is now in recession
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| And lucid all my thoughts
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| Then you whisper for me to come closer
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| And it seems like you forgot that you said
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| 'Why can’t we be, why can’t we be, we be friends?' |
| 'Why can’t we be, why can’t we be, we be friends?'
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| 'Why can’t we be, why must this be the end?'
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| 'Why can’t, why can’t, why can’t we be friends?'
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| 'Why can’t we be, why can’t we be, we be friends?'
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| 'Why won’t you be my friend?'
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| Cause I’m not ready
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| I’m not ready
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| I’m not ready
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| I’m not ready» |