It was always you All this time It was always you, you No more guessing who Woke up sweating from a dream Hazel eyes, I was so color blind For my whole life, we never crossed the line Only friends in my mind, but now I realize Can't believe I could not

Do you wanna be a friend of mine? Amy don't you go I want you around Singin' woah, please don't go Is your heart singing out of tune Dirty records from another time Some blood stains on your shoes Amy please don't go Are your eyes just singing the blues

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon

Trade in my life Oh for you, oh yes, oh yes Trade in my life for you Sittin' here wonderin' how did things go wrong Every night asking myself what happened to our happy home Will I ever see you again, I need to know my friend Now the past has gone away

Help me make it through the night I don't care who's right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me No, I don't want no scrub I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

We livin' it up we not slippiin' it up We livin' it up we not givin' it up Take your time, close your eyes Better keep the song as your friend Près d'ici, loin de là Il y a des gens qui portent nos joies Là-bas, là-bas Every corner we a take it to the

Oh, oh op-bo, bo, bo-bo-bo! Yes, me friend, me friend, (Brr) Don't try (brr) I've got to reach Mount Zion The 'ighest region (Brr) If you bull-bucka, Yes, me friend, me friend, me friend, Dem set me free again Them set me free again

Come on now, honey In between the sheets? Don't you want to live with me? I got nasty habits, I take tea at three Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner Must be hung up for a week My best friend, he shoots water rats And feeds them to his geese Don'cha think