2.Friends Of Friends
I wanna go
On the 14th street
In old New York
I'd rather be home
But it's all the same
Crowded bars and planes
New Amsterdam and Old Richmond
I just called
And your girlfriend's coming home
You got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends looking out
Got a cheap dress on
With a wrinkled sleeve
My hat and glove
My money please
Or we might just go
With the burnt black air
I'd rather be home
My president's there
When I call, you don't pick up anymore
But I've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are friends
And friends looking out
When I call, you don't pick up anymore
But I've got friends that are new friends
And friends that are old friends
And friends looking out
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