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I got new friends Who told them? Go use him He works hard for you ends, To meet, his life ain't compleate They think sellin dime bags Beats your poundin feet, or ****** hands, or avoiding uncle sams deadly reach Only my real friends can see, even though sometimes they can't be, and I can't be, like we used to be, family, I havnt seen them since I last cut my christmas tree, but sometimes they call and that's when I see new friends may act right But real friends, They Will Be
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
Real Friends