hey friend, there was that song
i know it got annoying but not
a word of it was wrong, i've got your back
i've got your front
i've got your smile stitched into my brain
i've got your six
i've got your twelve
i've got your three, your nine
i'd catch you if you fell
so friend, stand back up
there are knots in my stomach
but it's nothing compared to us.
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