I would brush your hair and tell you you'll be alright
And if you cried, well, you would not feel ashamed
But I, I am just a friend
And I will try again, again
If I could right now I'd like to be your journal
So you could tell me everything right on the page
And I'd never misunderstand you or say the wrong thing
And I would not feel deserted by your rage
But I, I am just a friend
And I will try again, again
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