It's not so difficult to understand,
The reasons why we turn to our friends.
We hardly ever accept a held out hand,
But everyone needs consolation now and then.
My friend,
You are my friend,
My friend you are.
My friend,
You are my friend,
My friend you are.
I used to wish they couldn't see me cry,
But when everyone leaves you start to change your mind;
I'd like them to see the tears once before I die,
Even if it means leaving my old self far behind.
My friend,
You are my friend,
My friend you are.
My friend,
You are my friend,
My friend you are.
It's wrong to smile when smiling is lie,
But it's no better to cry when you don't need to cry.
These are two rare occasions when the easy thing to do,
Turns out to be the right thing too.
My friend,
You are my friend,
My friend you are.
My friend,
You are my friend,
My friend you are.
Some people think they should keep it bottled up inside,
But then you might explode when there's no place to hide.
A hand on your shoulder is a comforting thing,
And once you let it happen maybe you will sing:
My friend,
You are my friend,
My friend you are.
My friend,
You are my friend,
My friend you are.
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