Poem for a Friend
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I've got a friend that whispers oh so sad confessions in my ear
Till the morning comes and soothing dark is taken by the fear
He would lead all pleasure to a place that no one ever finds
Till he found himself to be lost in the strife of heart and mind
Once it was the healing but now it's the disease
Oh Jackson
You picked up sand
It was running out of hands
I've got a friend that watches all conviction going down the drain
To know the evil from the good's not in his power, he explains
So once I've been a giver but now I am the thief
Oh Jackson
You picked up sand
It was running out of hands
Oh Jackson
Make it glass and see it through
To see I'm always there for you
You've got a beautiful head, I can tell by what you said
About hands and claws, about friends and love
Oh Jackson!
Oh Jackson!
Oh, make it glass and see it through
To see we're always there for you
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