Where is the friend when I need them most?
Can′t do the talk we all tired of get close
Counting the seconds that I look up to you
In both hands a drink while I wait for the queue
Who needs a girl if you are a boy on the run
No person of interset no a gun
Shaking my fist through the box
You wonted to scare them
Writer(s): James Wilson Curd
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