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We fought as friends and trembled to the end of friendship of love or just for the win we see our self as being tough but do we realy stand up others may see a friendly old me but i see a cruel wanna be dont be like thugs that fight on the streets be a lover of one who likes to meet people might think your stranger thing but your just a lover that likes to see the good me and doesnt want any trouble with thugs on the streets be kind not cruel and your right ftiends will think your cool