What friends are for?
What friends are for?
What friends are for?
What
I could be wrong, I could be right
I could be
Don't like the look of this old town
What goes up
We want your body, we want
We want your body, we
A face is raining
Across the border
The pride of history
The same
You make me feel ashamed at acting attitudes, remember ridicule
It
Drive to the forest in a japanese carThe smell of
Hello
(Hello)
Hello
(Hello, hello)
Hello
Ha ha ha ha
You never listened to a wo
What does it mean, what does anything mean
What is not
Some unions are based on trust
Some unions are a must
Upside
Body and soul-an animal
Dig deep down-that monthly frown
As a sword-swing
Is there a king that can do no wrong
When I
I can only feel and think in the language of
Worn
Little white lies-they hold little surprise
Good things come in threes
CHORUS
A
CHORUS
Drawing you in drawing you on
Leading you in taking you
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