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My Friend My Friend
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Original: David McCallum
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My friend, my friend he's got a knife, a statement from his former life - When he was easy but alone beside him was an empty throne - But what of silver silken blade, affix his gaze, his features staid - Grasps the handle, clips the cable, one steps up, sits at his table - My friend, my friend, he's got a knife - My friend, my friend, he's got a wife - My friend, my friend, the clever ruse, persuasion through his thoughts peruse - A hidden relic from his past that wasn't there when he looked last - He feels it ticking like a bomb, feeding fear, assaulting calm - Takes the object, starts the game, moves closer to the flame - My friend, my friend, the clever ruse - My friend, my friend, he lights the fuse
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My Friend My Friend
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