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That’s Why I Call You My Friend

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 17.08.2012

(Toshifumi Hinata/John Bettis/PeterAsher/Diana Ross)

Time after time
And any time at all
I could turn to you
With my back to the wall
And you would always give to me
All I asked of you

That's why I call you my friend
You will be my friend
Now 'till my life is ended

So many tears
That you have turned to smiles
I can't believe we survived
All the endless miles
Two hearts broken together
Will heal into one

That's why I call you my friend
You will be my friend
Now 'till my life is ended

Sweet love and tenderness
All our hopes and dreams
Will take us through the hard times

Let winter come
As cold as it will be
My arms are open wide
You can just run to me
As warm as any summer
I am here for you

That's why I call you my friend
You will be my friend
Now 'till my life is ended
As friend


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