Friends of Friends

I don't wanna go

Down to 14th street

In old New York

I'd rather be home

But it's all the same

Crowded bars and plains

New Amsterdam and Old Richmond

I just called, and your girlfriend's coming home

But you've got friends that are new friends

And friends that are old friends

And friends lookin' out

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Got a cheap dress on

With a wrinkled sleeve

My hat and glove

My money, please

Or we might just go

With a 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 old friends

And friends lookin' out

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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 lookin' out