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I miss my friends, to know that I'd have to die, to see ’em again And I ask God, why I'm condemned? Why? What'd I do to him? What did I do to him? Mmm I miss my friends, to know that I’d have to die, to see 'em again And I ask God, why I'm condemned? Why? What'd I do to him? What did I do to him? Mmm I miss my friends, to know that I'd have to die, to see 'em again And I ask God, why I'm condemned? Why? What'd I do to him? What did I do to him? Mmm I miss my friends, to know that I’d have to die, to see ’em again From Letras Mania