Friend

My good friend tells me to be wise
I say why bother. You know
I cannot find what's wrong or right
to me they're all in disguise

And their disguises looks so good
I cannot find what's true or false
That makes no difference to my friend
he will stand by me

and this he tells me

This life is just for living
I can't tell you what it'll bring
There are good times, there are hard times
there are reasons why we cling
to what we want to be
what we want to see

My good friend tells me to be smart
I say why bother. You know
I cannot find what's mind or heart
to me they kind of look the same

And when he shows me all the lies
I tell him to go to the devil
That makes no difference to my friend
he will stand by me

and this he tells me

This life is just for living
I can't tell you what it'll bring
There are good times, there are hard times
there are reasons why we cling
to what we want to be
what we want to see

But when he's gone
who's to hold me?
Who's to call me?
Who's to make me rise again?
Make me smile? And then

who's to tell me

This life is just for living
I can't tell you what it'll bring
There are good times, there are hard times
there are reasons why we cling
to what we want to be
what we want to see
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