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The Hands of a Friend
(Morrison)

Here I am in phony town
Trying to get my life back on the ground
In this place, there's too many faces and lovers
I remember when we first met
We were young and so out of step
When we found our feet
We lost each other

Oh here it comes again
Not knowing who to cling to
Finally the end
Is balanced
In the hands of a friend

There ain't no reason
Ain't no rhyme
Standing in the shadows
In these dangerous times
Like a nightmare
Looking for a face
Come on baby
Join the poisonous race
This episode is moving too slow
Come on come on baby let the good times flow
Oh darling I'm down in the depths
God only knows
What's going down next
Oh oh I'm living a lie

Oh here it comes again
Not knowing who to cling to
Finally the end
Is balanced
In the hands of a friend

Here I am back in phony town
Now I've got my life back on the ground
There's too many dogs at the gates of Eden

Here it comes again
Oh not knowing who to cling to
Finally the end
Is balanced
In the hands of a friend