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Friends


No! We don't talk
We barely meet
No! We don't share roses and all
As I know, we are afraid to fall
In this thing
Many call it love

Although I know your secrets and you know mine
Look how we pretend it's all good and fine
I know your thoughts, you're wishing we
I can hear your heart just beating it
But your eyes are still pretending it
That we are just friends
But we can never be.

Still, you can hide your secrets within your smile
And say we're friends although friends don't lie
Oh you can say we're friends although friends don't lie

You say me that you like me
But just as a good friend
Lately, you can't look into my eyes
And you act different
Maybe you don't know what this might be
Or it's too obvious for you to see
That we're not friends
We can never be!

Friends do sing and friends do fight
Friends do hold hand under the sky
Friends do care when other cries
But we're not friends
You and I

Still, you can hide your secrets within your smile
And say we're friends although friends don't lie
Oh! you can say we're friends although friends don't


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