Beneath the skies of Disneyland
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In the place where I grew up
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I learned to think that the man I was
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Was just not good enough
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Funny how the road can lead
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Away from all the ones you need
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You never know who your friends are
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I set out on my mission boat
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To a place called anywhere
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I offered my confession up
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To a priest without a prayer
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And as all hope was fadin'
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I heard you calling from afar
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You never know who your friends are
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Sometimes you may find them
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Like a wolf in sheep's disguise
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Sometimes they're just hiding
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Right before your very eyes
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I thought that I was sinking but
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I found myself afloat
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And then I started thinkin', man
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That's a whale that ain't no boat
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And in the words of Jonah
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Which now I holed in high regard
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You never know who your friends are
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Sometimes you may find them...
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You can chase the far horizon
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Trying to be someone you're not
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You can spend your whole life
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Searching for what you've already got
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Funny how the road can lead
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Back to all the ones you need
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You never know who your friends are
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You never know who your friends are
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[lyrics written by R. Hyman, E. Bazilian, R. Chertoff]
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You Never Know Who Your Friends Are
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| The Hooters |
