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I hear the voice... of an old friend, he calls to me When I am subdued Loud as day, I here this voice call to me in distress What to do, I feel the presence of another As I walk through the house where he once lived He means no hard, come to me when confused Helps to relieve doubt, led me through ups and downs, I call him a friend My one true friend, always there to help Me through my darkness What to do, I feel the presence Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing...