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
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
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CHORUS
Drawing you in drawing you on
Leading you in taking you
When the blood in your drugs turns to shale
They had