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| My Best Friend 
 Save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies
 Even when the story's old and bad
 And the tube hurts
 And my arm hurts
 And the movie is sad
 Save your tears they're for the injured man
 Because he drinks too much and you don't need it
 Emotion drives the car home and hollers
 Get me down or wake me up
 In a cyclone next to my brother I holler
 There is no one like my brother
 I may get sick there
 Sick with pleasure
 Tomorrow's a new day
 The roof it rips and then my house is a cave
 It is a cave where I hide the car keys from myself
 And say you're not going anywhere
 
 Even if your mother's waiting at the door with a towel
 You can't dry off the
 The hurt no more
 Tomorrow is too late
 My best friend said so
 You can't dry off the
 The hurt no more
 Tomorrow is too late
 I save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies
 Even when the story's old and bad
 And the tube hurts
 And my arm hurts
 And the movie is sad
 
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