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True friends stab you in the front
keep you from getting what you want
when one more fix could kill you
they help you realize that...
you're more and less than you first had believed
you've so much to give and there's so much you need
shortcuts through graveyards
and a brand new way to breathe
three thousand miles just to learn,
all that's gold does not all shine...
and helping words aren't always kind,
when one more kiss could kill you,
they help you realize that...