You said they laid out lots of coke,
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you you don't know how much you did.
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Now you don't want me to go home,
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because your afraid you might get sick,
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just like the bad news you accept,
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just like that boy your gonna get,
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It's all the drunken promises,
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I'll be your friend,
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but you just haven't made me yet.
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So you come chasing after me,
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but I'm just barely out the door,
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down in the belly of the beast,
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we waited with the passengers,
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just like the train I gotta catch,
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just like that song I can't finish
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It's the mistake I won't regret.
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you'll be my friend but I just haven't made you yet.
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You talk like you're drunk like you standing in front of a microphone.
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And each night it repeats and you fall into me, like a domino,
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and you talk when you're drunk like you're writing it up for a article,
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and you think that I lie when I tell you goodbye and I've got to go,
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cause I've got to go.
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But I guess it's a success, we're at our best when your upset.
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OH
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I'll be your friend but you just haven't made me yet.
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I'll Be Your Friend
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| Bright Eyes |
