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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 Where are you my friend? Are you hiding under my bed? Are you running around in my head? I can't find you, my friend A constant companion With you every day Urges you to hit the bottle And there's nothing you can say 'cause he won't listen to you The more you plead, the more he eats at you He's the enemy, the enemy within And the battle's just about to begin He's the enemy, the enemy within you It's not too late, please try to win You come home, can't find the key Stumble in, stick your hand through the TV Into the bathroom, lean over the bowl And try to talk to him, strip him from your soul But it's no use. . . 'cause he won't listen to you The more you plead, the more he eats at you He's the enemy, the enemy within And the battle's just about to begin He's the enemy, the enemy within you It's not too late, please try to win Tonight, stay home, forget about the bar Try to relax, and remember who you are Defeat the enemy, by making yourself your own Shut him out, and leave him without a home. . . |