It's a fact that I've been here before
and if I know life, I'll be here some more.
I don't know how to jump in, to get out right.
It seems I'd just do wrong if I tried.
I don't know where to put my brain or my hands.
I never learned that part of being a friend.
I don't know the right words,
But occasionally, being right is for the birds.
Not to be me sometimes --
That's what some friends are worth.
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