Black teared desolation with my head held in my hands
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Broken heart inside my chest, a sadness in my pants
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Calmly contemplating kissing this cruel world goodbye
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When I felt a certain reassuring hand upon my thigh
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He said "How ya doing mate"
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I can tell you're feeling blue
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I'm gonna help you out coz I know I was once like you
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Said I've suffered bleak emotions friend
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you've got nothing to fear
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Strapping up my arm as he whispered in my ear
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You need some relaxation, some rest and recuperation
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For fixing up the aching without love
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You need someone to understand,
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touch your heart and hold your hand
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You need a friend, and a lot of drugs
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"Now you're feeling better,
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could you do something for me?
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Tape this package to your leg, make a delivery
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Swallow these balloons and get on the next flight
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Try not to use the toilet till you reach the other side"
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And customs love, for all the things that
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I've been dreaming of a friendly hug, and a rubber glove
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And a little bit of cash for the Indonesian judge
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You Need A Friend
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| Frenzal Rhomb |
