Never again, your so called friend
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Will leave you sick and dry
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This friend has a name
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Knows the gutter and shame
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This so called friend of you and I
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?, the long-term goals
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Are to leave this friend behind
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He knows what I lack
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Is a place under the sack
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For every other tie that binds
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This last night on the town
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Might be your last fun time out
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And you think to yourself
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There must be a better way than the same routine
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For more than once, you pay
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More than once, you pay
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Butt full of lead, stuck in your web
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Held captive by the stream
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Thoughts in your head
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The minute I sped
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And you still had time to dream
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This last night on the town
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Might be your last
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And you smile at things and wave goodbye
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More excuses to never even try
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As you wave goodbye
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Forget what I said, your friend's not dead
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He's only gone for a while
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Come back to that crack between what's white and what's black
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And give you one last smile
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This last night on the town
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Might be your last fun time out
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And you think to yourself
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There must be a better way than the same routine
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For more than once, you pay
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More than once, you pay
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So Called Friend
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| Uncle Tupelo |
