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From the recording DEVIL'S GROOVE
STILL BE FRIENDS
Written by Dylan Hartas
The cut is never clean; I hate this in between,
Time to untie the chord; I’m still lonely and bored,
Just in your neighborhood; one more as if I should,
Why did I make that call; the one to end it all.
I’d made you my wife
You call me your friend
I make you my life
It comes to an end
It’s not over I can pretend. We can still be Friends.
Held you in my arms; fell for your two bob charms,
High society insincere; it’s time to negative gear,
Sick of all those mixed messages; and self destructive fetishes,
I’m just your punching bag; I never bruise and I bounce right back.
I’d made you my wife
You call me your friend
I make you my life
It comes to an end
It’s not over I can pretend. We can still be Friends.
Falling out, falling in; Inside out outside in.
Like space without the stars, roads without the cars,
I’m incomplete so tired and I won’t sleep.
Even time won’t heal the way I feel,
Breaking up is hard to do; when I’m still in bed with you.
I’d made you my wife
You call me your friend
I make you my life
It comes to an end
It’s not over I can pretend. We can still be Friends.
Just to see you again.