| Sometimes they’re sad
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| Sometimes they’re lonely
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| And need to be told that they’re loved
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| Everyone needs to be loved
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| Friends are like good wine
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| And I’ve had the best
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| I don’t always show it But no one knows better than I So drink up
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| I’m a homesick old sailor
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| Who longs for the sound of my own front door
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| Tell me your stories
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| I’ll teach you my songs
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| And we’ll have one more
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| Isn’t that what friends are for?
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| Isn’t that what friends are for?
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| Friends are like warm clothes
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| In the night air
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| Best when they’re old
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| And we miss them the most when they’re gone
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| Miss them the most when they’re gone
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| Your friends love your good side
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| and live with your bad
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| But they want you and need you
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| When no one else knows your alive
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| So drink up
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| I’m a homesick old sailor
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| Who longs for the sound of my own front door
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| Tell me your stories
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| I’ll teach you my songs
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| And we’ll have one more
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| Isn’t that what friends are for?
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| Isn’t that what friends are for?
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| So drink up
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| I’m a homesick old sailor
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| Who longs for the sound of my own front door
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| Tell me your stories
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| I’ll teach you my songs
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| And we’ll have one more
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| So drink up
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| I’m a homesick old sailor
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| Who longs for the sound of my own front door
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| Tell me your stories
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| and I’ll sing you all my songs
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| And we’ll have one more
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| Isn’t that what friends are for?
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| Isn’t that what friends are for? |