Из альбома: It's Easier to Be Somebody Else
My friends have different points of view
And some are cynical and some are just confused about the issues
Sometimes we fight for days and days
Until I can't recall what I was trying to say in the first place
But for better or for worse
Whether whispering secrets or shouting til my voice is hoarse
Of all the friends I've made and all the lost debates
There's none that I would trade for anything