We are the City - Friends Hurt | Текст песни

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• We are the City
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My home videos won't mean a thing it fifty years
That dady will come and all i've done will be rendered forgotten
Old VHS tapes -- the broken arm the baby -- my first bike ride
When my dad told me wouldn't let go of the seat
VHS videos -- "here he is, the man of my dreams" - now those
Tapes that meant everythink to me aren't even fit for a yard sale

It hurts
When friends are hurting
My friends are hurting

Look below the suface -- do you see the spawning salmon,
Unaware or well aware of their living and dying?
Feel the money magic -- the forest like a couch -- can you forget
Those days of vast daring, lone poplar, and five dollar bills?

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