Friends of Friends

I don't wanna go
 Down to 14th street
 In old New York
 I'd rather be home
 But it's all the same
 Crowded bars and plains
 New Amsterdam and Old Richmond
 I just called, and your girlfriend's coming home
 But you've got friends that are new friends
 And friends that are old friends
 And friends lookin' out
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 Got a cheap dress on
 With a wrinkled sleeve
 My hat and glove
 My money, please
 Or we might just go
 With a burnt black air
 I'd rather be home
 My president's there
 When I call, you don't pick up anymore
 But I've got friends that are new friends
 And friends that are old friends
 And friends lookin' out
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 When I call, you don't pick up anymore
 But I've got friends that are new friends
 And friends that are old friends
 And friends lookin' out