| He called himself a friend of mine
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| All he did was digging in the dirt
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| He called himself a friend all the time
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| I didn’t believe in any word
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| All of the lies and the spite you believe in
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| Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief
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| He called himself a man of the mind
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| All he did was waste all of our time
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| Truly he was the blindest of the blind
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| Another sample of a growing kind
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| All of the lies and the spite you believe in
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| Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief
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| And as he fell he lordly closes his eyes
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| As always waiting for the one
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| Some helping hand — a friend of his lies
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| But this time there was another outcome
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| When he got up on his knees again
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| Crying for help like a little child
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| He raised his head and took around
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| Completely alone but still running wild
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| All of the lies and the spite you believe in
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| Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief |