Friends of Friends

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I don't wanna go

Down to 14th street

In old New York

I'd rather be home

Find it's all the same

Crowded bars and planes

New Amsterdam and tall rich men

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March is cold

And your girlfriend's coming home

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But you've got

Friends that are new friends

And friends that are old friends

And friends looking out

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Got a cheap dress on

With a wrinkled sleeve

My hat and glove

My money please

Oh and March is cold

Feel the burnt black air

I'd rather be home

My president's there

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When I call, you don't pick up anymore

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But I've got

Friends that are new friends

And friends that are old friends

And friends looking out

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When I call, you don't pick up anymore

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But I've got

Friends that are new friends

And friends that are old friends

And friends looking out

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