| If I fell into confusion
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| Got scared but couldn’t say
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| If I lost my rhyme and reason
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| And threw away the gift of grace
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| Would you be my friend?
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| If they said I don’t deserve you
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| That my credit was no good
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| If they told you I’m not worthy of your love
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| And you should cut me like you cut dead wood
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| Would you be my friend?
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| And if you heard that I was on the town
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| Pissing loudly on your name
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| Would you find me, would you face me down?
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| Though your ears burned with shame
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| Would you be my friend?
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| And if I said I wished I’d never been born
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| And my mouth could only curse
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| If I’d passed the point of no return
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| Like a poor, puking child in church
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| Would you be my friend?
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| My only friend |