No Podemos Ser Amigos

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let me take your hand to say goodbye and see if you're cold you might be dead and i wouldn't know in all the years i've known your eyes were never so dry now that we part it seems i didn't hit you hard enough i wish you well though you wish me wrong

we can talk about it we can laugh about it we can cry about it alone in bed at night we could be together we could be each other make love in the morning you could make me cry but why oh why am i so pleased with the way things are it's comfortable an

we would ride around in a big old car your clothes smelled like grass and your hair tasted just like lemons you tasted so sour i had to wash you down with gin i had to go home after that so i cleared my breath with mints I'll do it my way i wouldn't

in a bar where they play blues songs i sit waiting for your call writing nonsense on a napkin wondering why it never ends when all i want is to be friends my friend ana wrote a letter she said love had made me beautiful i have smiled and ordered whis