Friends

With friends like these who needs enemies,
I hold my breath,
I forgot to breathe,
You stayed so long you forgot to leave me be,
I get so close I start to see my circle's made of crooks and thieves,
Who need my help in spite of me.

Save your breathe,
Drink the last drop and take what's left,
Cut in line, once you start don't stop,
Have what's mine,

These friends don't come for free,
Friends like these aren't here for me,
Get what you want take what you need.

Then you ask for a little bit more
Then you ask for a little bit more

With friends like these who needs disease,
They say bad luck comes back in threes,
but you do what you want not what you need.
Take a rest, drink the last drop and take what's left,
Cut in line,
Once you start don't stop, have what's mine.

These friends don't come for free,
Friends like these aren't here for me,
Get what you want take what you need.

Then you ask for a more
Then you ask for a little bit more

Friends like these from far and near,
They know just when to disappear,
until you've got just what they need.



Credits
Writer(s): Pierre Beecroft, Simon Wangemann, Craig Antoine Miller, Martin Wolf
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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