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Real Friends (Seen, 12​:​08am)

from Songs about Friends by The Football Club

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You’ve got a lot of friends, I’ve just got people that I know,
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go.

And I don’t want to doubt, every good thing that I’ve found
And so after this I swear, there’ll be no more fallings out.

I tore up a couple of shirts you bought me, to patch all the holes in my ageing clothing
To prove to you that I won’t be shy, to break something good to fix something of mine.

We got high in a park on a High Street hill, and we ran six kilometres high on pills
And it felt so damn good in your passenger seat that I never want to leave.

But I can’t hold your hand, through all the shit you put yourself through
You have to understand, that you’re a fucking mess;
But hey, so am I, and that’s fine.

You’ve got a lot of friends, I’ve just got people that I know,
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go.

And I guess that it’s okay, if I’m not the one to say
Although all things have to end, we are better not as friends.

You said "noone can be happy all the time, and noone can be miserable all the time,
We’re all a hundred different people who could never be friends, all crammed into the one head”.

But I’ll put bandaids on all of my scars myself, instead of trying to get patched up by someone else,
It’s like a birthday card from a five year old child, it means more if you do it yourself.

And though I might fuck up, and make more mistakes in my attempts to fix my
Broken little frame and all the fucked up things it contains, I’ll be ok.

You’ve got a lot of friends, I’ve just got people that I know,
And you mean a lot to them, and my ones just come and go.

And I used to wanna die, but now I know that if I,
If I were ever to give in, I would be letting you win

You said you’re sick of pretending to feel this way
You said you’re sick of pretending to feel okay
But babe, you’re no damn good at pretending at all,
Nowhere near how you think you are.

And you’ll get a new job and you’ll get new friends too
And I will cut you out like I’m prone to do
And I’ll move on; I’ll move in with some strangers I find on the internet
And I'll begin again.

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from Songs about Friends, released September 30, 2016

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The Football Club Footscray, Australia

The Football Club are a folk-punk band from Footscray. They sing sad songs with big drunken choruses and heaped mouthfuls of words, telling stories on topics like sexuality, gender, friendship, and cheap red wine.

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