true friends stab you in the front
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keep you from getting what you want
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when one more fix could kill you
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they help you realize that
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you're more and less than you first had believed
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you've so much to give and there's so much you need
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shortcuts through graveyards and a brand new way to breathe
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three thousand miles just to learn,
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all that's gold does not all shine...
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and helping words aren't always kind,
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when one more kiss could kill you,
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they help you realize that
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you're more and less than you first had believed
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you've so much to give and there's so much you need
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shortcuts through graveyards and a brand new way to breathe
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three thousand miles just to learn.
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how to let my guard down
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accept the fire has spread among us.
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and if you're feeling all right,
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you've got to play it again,
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you've got to play it again.
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The Beltsville Crucible
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| Thrice |
