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| In Ribbons | The Comforts of Madness | Slow Buildings | Slow Buildings |
| Title: | Fine Friend | Artist: | Pale Saints | Album: | N/A |
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I'm tired of too much of this
And this is wearing me thin
There are too many hours
And too many ways to fill them in
Fine friend you're a fine friend
When will I see
Fine friend you're a fine friend
You've been an anchor for me?
I'm tired of holding my breath
There's too much that's been left to say
But I know tomorrow the smile on your face
Will smooth these thoughts away
Fine friend you're a fine friend
When will I see
Fine friend you're a fine friend
You've been an anchor for me?
I'll never walk into your arms



