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Friends Friends Friends

Friends Friends Friends

by Eric Brooks

 

Friends, Friends, Friends.

Sometimes I wonder what are friends—                                                                                                         Are they enemies on my smooth hands?                                                                                                         Or are they who I think they are, my biggest fans?                                                                                       I’m loyal to the game cause it’s a steady aim                                                                                                   Forget friends cause in the danger they’re quick to change.

Friends, Friends, Friends.

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