"Let's Be Friends" lyrics

"Let's Be Friends"

Can we just disappear?
Can we all live alone?
Can we dig a hole far enough to make sure, no one disagrees?
Can we have the very same heart?
Can we have the very same dreams?
Impossible
Then we all agree
And we watched as the band played on

Oh broken voice
My burning heart
This ain't the sorta kind of thing to save us
Can we hold on to the sea?
Can we draw blood from a stone?
Impossible
Then we all agree
And we watched as the band played on
Believe only half what you see
That goes for both sides of the wall
Impossible
Then we all agree
And we watched as the band played on
Oh broken voice
My burning heart
This ain't the sorta kind of thing to save us

I'll never get bored of this earth
And everyone that calls it home
So let's celebrate it, with cake on the table and salt in the wound
Let's go!
Here we are, once and for all
Maybe I'm all alone, but I'm not
They came one by one, every two out of three, so we watched as the band played on

Save us

I'll never get bored of this earth
And everyone that calls it home
So let's celebrate it, with cake on the table and salt in the wound
Let's go!
Here we are, once and for all
Maybe I'm all alone, but I'm not
They came one by one, every two out of three, so we watched as the band played on


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