| Once I had a friend
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| Every night we’d make amends
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| High on a mountain peak
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| Pacified, hung in defeat while she was laughing
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| Home from the money tree
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| She would yell, 'Come follow me.'
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| With evil in her eye
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| Wear a dress, her one disguise and she would tell me
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| Don’t stray away from what you are
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| You’ll cut so deep to leave a scar
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| Once we got along
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| Like two birds we’d sing our song
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| Lay our precious bones
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| On a bed of jagged stones and call it a home
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| Endless summer roads
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| Never mind what we were told
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| To ride that mountain high
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| Her and I we’d get so low that we’d be screaming
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| Don’t stray away from what you are
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| You’ll cut so deep to leave a scar
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| She says I’m on trail for the words I’m preaching now
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| But I’ve got a hard time trusting you and your opinion
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| Mercy, save your precious smile
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| Once we had a friend
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| We survived to see the end
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| The coldest love in vain
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| She went out, she changed her name, it got nasty
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| Don’t stray away from what you are
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| You’ll cut so deep to leave a scar |