The other day, I was face-down in the sand
Thinking about how much I missed my band
I realized that my ego had landed
I didn't want always to be stranded
A hater to my friends
I miss my friends, the guys who I write crappy songs with.
Never realized how important they were to me.
For my Friends, I would climb the highest mountain
(For my friends) I would dance naked in a fountain
(For my friends) I would scream and shout in front of an oncoming train
(For my friends) I would dip my head in toxic propane
My friends, the guys who I write crappy songs with,
Never realized how important they were to me
My friends
For my Friends I would shave my head bald
(For my friends) I would hand them the phone when Publisher's Clearing
House called
(For my friends) I would sit and talk for hours
(For my friends) I would even take a shower!
My Friends, the guys who I share the stage with
The guys who I hope to grow old and age with, and
I'm sorry to all of my friends.
(I'm sorry, I'm sorry...)
(Mark, where are you where we need you?...)
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