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You've been a friend of mine for so-o many year-ears
When I first came to Vancouver with dreams twisting in fear-ear
And oh Jean, friends are like rare stones
Increasing in their value when realized they can't be owned
And I'd write songs only when the pain became too obvious inside
When the screaming in my soul left me no-o place to hide
And whoa Jean, love is like a prayer
So afraid of your own questions as you stand unanswered there-ere-ere
Still you walk the other way rather than risk rejection
Watch the wind blow all hope away as you crawl into yourself for protection
Still I try to make you see there's so much more I've gotta be
Oh don't turn away, don't lose to the cold, don't leave me here-ere to die alone
A little of your love couldn't hurt me none
Let it shine on through like rays from the sun
And a little of my love couldn't hurt you none
Let it run beside you, let it flow inside you, let it purify

You break down and I stumble for the right words of consolation
The circle of love spins round and round searchin' for new destinations
Whoa Jean, life is like the sea-ea
Trapped within it's shorelines we're still strugglin' to break free
Still we walk the other way rather than risk rejection
Watch the wind blow all hope away as we crawl into ourselves for protection
Still I try to make you see, I love you so it frightens me
Whoa, don't turn away, don't lose to the cold, nobody wants to die alone
A little of your love couldn't hurt me none
Let it shine on through like rays from the sun
And a little of my love couldn't hurt you no-one
Let it run beside you, let it flow inside you,
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BOBBY is the name of two groups (pictured is 1st Bobby): 1) BOBBY first attempted to make contact with Tom Greenberg (Twiglet) at college, but no one really noticed BOBBY until everyone had already graduated. He had, in all likelihood, been there since early ’09—a stowaway on Uncle Marth’s back chunk—soaking up all the sick milk he could stick his soft little hands into. When Tom finally did meet him face to face in the Spring of 2010, Bobby became nervous and got sick all over his little brown tap shoes and turned into a mist.

Read more about Bobby on Last.fm.


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