When your back's against the wall
it's hard to make believe.
That you're something that you've never been;
or what you'd hope to be.
But I dream on and wander through
the beginning to the end;
'Cause I know at the end of that long road;
I'll find you there; a friend.

People dream against the world
and store their treasures gold.
But when the've counted their hidden wealth
there's nothing left to hold.
I know I'll never have this wealth
or money enough to lend.
You are the riches of my life;
in you, I've found a friend.

Friends are like the clover four;
the're always hard to find.
For when you think you've found that one;
they never have the time.
You're always there when times are bad
to pick me up again.
In you I've found a dream come true;
in you, I've found a friend

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