Friends Hurt
Lyrics We Are The City

Written by: Cayne McKenzie, David Menzel, Andrew Huculiak

Produced by: Tom Dobrzanski, We Are The City

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My home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years
That day will come and all I've done will be rendered forgotten

Old VHS tapes, the broken arm and the baby,
My first bike ride when my dad told me he wouldn't let go of the seat
VHS videos, "Here he is, the man of my dreams"
Now those tapes that meant everything to me aren't even fit for a yard sale

It hurts
When friends are hurting
And my friends are hurting

Look below the surface, do you see the spawning salmon,
Unaware or well aware of their living and dying?
Feel the money magic, the forest like a couch,
Can you forget those days of vast daring, lone poplar, and five dollar bills?

It hurts
When friends are hurting
And my friends are hurting

It hurts
When friends are hurting
Now my friends are hurting

It hurts
When friends are hurting

It hurts
When friends are hurting
Now my friend's hurting

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