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of madness in his eyes.  
  
Many men are fooled by his smile  
His superficial grace his charm his style  
Sardonicus is everybody's friend  
Sardonicus
Created a whole new game

And the days went by like paper in the wind
Everything changed, then changed again
It's hard to find a friend
It's hard to find
a friend, has he got a friend for me
Has he got a friend, has he got a friend for me

He's got the haunt of the sea in his eyes
He wouldn't notice me passing
Here's the story of a dying man
Told by a friend of mine
He said that he heard it from a friend of his
Who was a real close friend one time
One
his hand
He'll promise to stick by your side like a pal
But he'll also promise the same to your gal

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
of him) 
Be friend each stranger in the night help to make his burdens light 
Lift up the falling ones and be a friend 

Shed a tear share a sight Share
and I'll tell to you my tale
Of Utah Carol my partner and his last ride on the trail


We rode the range together and rode it side by side
I loved him like
tonight
He's alone again tonight...

He must be the world's most lonesome man forsaken by love and all of his friends
I guess when love left him it took all
friends
He'll never leave his home

Guided by his peers
A follower at best
Success his only fear
He'll never lead the rest

His demon is his crutch
In life
his hand
He'll promise to stick by your side like a pal
But he'll also promise the same to your gal

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played

When he plays
No-one speaks
No-one speaks
When he plays
No-one
plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar

That he played
When he plays
No one speaks
No one speaks
And he plays
No one
Jose Jones
Told me alone
His story
He got friends
Like Paco Picopiedra
La muneca
He receives on his set
Crack crack crackity jones
Please
Jose jones
Told me alone
His story
He got friends 
Like Paco Picopiedra
La muneca
He receives on his set
Crack crack crackity Jones
Please
Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today
Did you see him run through the streets and far away
Did you see him run, did you see him fall
My Pa can light my room at night
With just his being near
And make a fear for dream all right
By grinning ear to ear

My Pa can do most anything
He
Henry Pond had no fun
Had a face like a currant bun
This adolescent little fella
Was nicknamed by his friends "Old Yella"

The doctors gave him
life, have damned 

You are a good friend 
Friendly as good friends can be 
Your father wants you to live on his knee 
This is the start of the end,
the mightiest man in all the land 
There was one purpose for his might he had to deliver the Israelites 
By the Philistines he was overcome they tied him up
one by one
His woman and his best friend 

In bed and having fun
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole
one by one
His woman and his best friend 

In bed and having fun
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole
Did you see your friend, crying from his eyes today? 
Did you see him run through the streets and far way?

Did you see him run? Did you see him
Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today
Did you see him run through the streets and far away
Ah
Did you see him run, did you see him
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung

And so, my friends, we'll say goodnight,
for time has claimed his prize,
but tonight
Henry Pond had no fun
Had a face like a currant bun
This adolescent little fella
Was nicknamed by his friends "Old Yella"

The doctors gave him