He is not my friend, no he is not
I know my own, he is not one;
He talks like all is well when I'm there
But when I'm not, he is everything but fair
His face is bright but his thoughts are bad
He is happy, in spirit, whenever I'm sad
When I'm afraid, I stay there alone
He is oblivious of it, he wouldn't know;
He is not my friend, no he is not
I know my own, he is not one.
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