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FRIENDS
WE'RE A BAND OF BROTHERS
UNLIKE THE OTHERS
YOU AND I ARE LOONS
A GANG OF GOONS
GUILTY OF THE SINS
OF HOOLIGANS
SENTENCED TO THIS LIFE THEY'VE STUCK US IN
LIVING THE LIFE OF RUFFIANS
NEVER QUITE KNOWING WHERE THE ROAD WILL TAKE US
HOPING GOD WON'T FORSAKE US TROUBLE MAKERS
WE CAME UP WILD THOUGH IT WAS ROUGH AT TIMES
WE WERE TAUGHT TO SURVIVE THROUGH THE TOUGHEST TIMES
AND THOUGH WE FUSS AND WE FIGHT WE'RE LOYAL TO OUR CORES
YOUR ENEMIES ARE MINE AND MY ENEMIES ARE YOURS
THROUGH SUNSHINE, RAIN, LOSSES OR WINS
UNTIL THE END, WE'RE FRIENDS.......
By: Timothy James
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