| Along by the canal
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| You can see the remnants of last night’s reverie
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| As left by the local tenants
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| But these aren’t the gifts they give free in shopping malls
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| This is real life that’s sprayed across the tunnel walls
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| You know who your friends are
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| You know who your friends are
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| They’re the ones who want to see you go far
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| You know who your friends are
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| The last time you tried to leave here for a working holiday
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| You said your mother needed you two thousand miles away
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| But no sooner on the tarmac you were met to be told
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| We’ve been waiting for you
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| You just can’t leave the fold
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| You know who your friends are
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| You know who your friends are
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| They’re the ones who want to see you go far
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| You know who your friends are
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| They’ll never let you go
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| They’ll never let you know who your friends are
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| Know who your friends are
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| They say that loyalty is just for those who’ve earned it
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| Is that why they stole the sofa from your parking space and burned it
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| You were hoping you could leave here with some teeth still in your head
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| But your friends on curtain row would rather see you dead
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| You know who your friends are
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| You know who your friends are
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| They’re the ones who want to see you go far
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| You know who your friends are |