Til the very end
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We'll be just as friends
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I've known you better
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You've seen my worst
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So let's invent worse
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When a good night flounders and it's over
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How good it was I tend to know
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By adding up or rounding down
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The evenings count of jokes
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Me and my hilkshare are trying that team deciphered by other gangs
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That's the thing I love about my fine brothers in slang
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If it's got a funny story which mentions me
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It's not for others in ear splash
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It's ours, it's mad, it's many hours spent laughing at events past
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We smirk or outsmart the quirk that will spark
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the word which we will laugh at
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it sparks around the crowd this work of art which we have found
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Til the very end
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We'll be just as friends
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I've known you better
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You've seen my worst
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So let's invent worse
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I love the craze of the latest phrase
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Amazing mungrels of conjoinment
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Crazy paving saying are a joy to say with mates
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And girls all love the lingo
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They curl right up and bingo
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They go that extra smile
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And they go that whole damn smock
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I mean it though a joke from that one like that one was wrong
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It makes no sense really
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Shorten to a word and then to a nod
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That is friendship to me
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The secret handshake of three mad mates
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It makes me pleased to share traits
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In understanding absurdities that mean our brains play
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Til the very end
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We'll be just as friends
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I've known you better
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You've seen my worst
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So let's invent worse
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The Sherry End
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| The Streets |
