| Two rolls of Scotch tape, six tubes of glue
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| Your friends are your friends now they stick by you
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| They’ll mend my picture you tore apart
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| Now that they mend up your broken heart
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| You took my picture tore it to bits
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| After you left me in one of your fits
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| Let’s fix things up now you’ve begged me please
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| You do the fixin' I’ll leave you these
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| Two rolls of Scotch tape, six tubes of glue
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| Your friends are your friends now they stick by you
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| They’ll mend my pictur you tore apart
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| Now that they mend up your brokn heart
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Your little friends say they know what to do
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| They say they’ll fix you as good as new
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| They’ll put the pieces back into place
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| But they may fail you so just in case
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| Here’s two rolls of Scotch tape, six tubes of glue
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| Your friends are your friends now they stick by you
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| They’ll mend my picture you tore apart
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| Now that they mend up your broken heart
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| Now that they mend up your broken heart… |