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Artiste : Axelle Red
Titre : Friends
Friends
You were my brother
A soul mate a friend
The kinda one you
Supposed to meet ´n keep but then

Some misunderstanding
Ruined a perfect blending
A sour tasting stew
That would never happen to you

I was on the road
Busy obviously
Consuming time and
It didn´t help necessarily

You did not return my calls
Surrounded by your walls
Quite a childish thing to do
For a critic like you

We can still talk it over
Get a drink get sober

Friends do that
They just admit ´n forget

We want the world to move on
Already we don´t get along
Ain´t nothing worse than friends
Who regret they met

Could it be more easy
Pour it down the drain
´cause even "lonely"
At the top of the food chain

Life is still too short
And I don´t think we can afford
Friends makin´ mistakes
Give history a break

Can you imagine
Endin´ up there all together
Oh, it won´t matter
They ´´ll place the two of us right next to each other

Every dinner breakfast
God knows how long it ´ll last
Shiits, jews, you and me
Mute eternally

We can still talk it over
Get a drink get sober
Friends do that
They just admit ´n forget

We want the world to move on
Already we don´t get along

Ain´t nothing worse than friends
Who regret they met

Someone hurt you before
It´s what you´re blaming the next one for
Ain´t that exactly
Why we people ´ve been needing therapy
Since the earliest century

We can still talk it over
Get a drink get sober
Friends do that
They just admit ´n forget

We want the world to move on
Already we don´t get along
Ain´t nothing worse than friends
Who regret they met

And all these conversations we had
By the value system bein´ dead
Ain´t that what you said

That is what you said:
"Forgive and forget as easy as that...
innocent and entire nations dragged into war ´n how did we come this far?"...
Cut the crap, you can´t even make it up to friend...
Ok, I´m sorry I called you dreadful, I still think you do need a girl though, get a wif, get a drink...
You called me a capitalist, moralizing in my farm...
Let´s get lots of drinks, mojito´s...
In love with the entire bar, lousy in the morning, still better than embarrassed towards this angel:

"Were these the best friends?"...
Before I could never understand, a father and a son on unspeaking terms...
So sad.

Forgive ´n forget,
as easy as that,
I think alcohol could save the world, it´s dangerous...
What? ...
Not to drink...
Say that again