| Friendship never meant so much
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| Until I stumbled across an old letter. |
| You marked it with a kiss
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| I could still smell you as if you were right there
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| As if I could run my fingers through your hair
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| What a feeling but you don’t want to be my friend
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| You’ve killed two birds with one stone, congratulations
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| That yellow rose I picked for you it’s in my room
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| It’s better days have gone away
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| I clean up the mess it’s made and save what remains
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| I put it in a box and save it for another day
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| A day in which will never end because now
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| I know that you’re not my friend
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| I know You know
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| We’ve got to let you go
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| It’s not so bad
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| I tell you (x2)
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| Just what the hell am I to say
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| I’m not that cool I’ll get it wrong… but anyway
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| We don’t want to be so cool or at least just not like you
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| And I said it in a song yes you do look pretty today
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| But I’ll never say it again
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| Because you’re not my friend
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| What a feeling
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| But you don’t want to be my friend
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| You’ve killed two birds with one stone, congratulations
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| Friendship means so much more
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| Now that I’ve stumbled across an old letter you sealed it with a kiss
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| I could still smell you as if you were right there
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| As if I could run my fingers through your hair
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| What a feeling
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| No I don’t want to be your friend
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| We’ve killed two birds with one stone, congratulations
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| What a feeling
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| No I don’t want to be your friend
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| We’ve killed two birds with one stone |