here is my hand
i call you friend
just like my dad
friend of mine, friend of mine, friend of mine
there goes my man
our private joke
we understand
friend o' mine, friend of mine, friend of mine
land of milk and honey
i weep for the beauty
but words fell this and that way
against my hand
i press my mouth
and say your name
friend of mine, he's a friend of mine
you breathe out a world of charm
you suck and blow away
arithmetic of whim
language of a name
language of a name

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