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Making Friends

from The Whelps by The Whelps

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It was hot on the grey, it was hot where they play
And the coloured lines were fading a bit more by the day
Boys I wasn't friends with were shuffling in the space
And I had a watch around my wrist, I clocked one in the face

And we're friends now, because I hit him
He's so happy now he's bleeding
I'll make some friends tomorrow
Lots of friends tomorrow

Boy like a maggot winds me, I was hurt, I couldn't see
These didn't seem the best of days like they said they'd be
He needs something from life that just isn't happening
But I was happy anyway with life and wet play

In groups we all felt safer but the anger shared grew greater
And the bystander of all this lark stood and would chew paper
His perspective - it was bent - and his jaw was wide and tense
And somebody sprayed 'fuck' right on the flower garden fence

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from The Whelps, released July 7, 2014

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The Whelps Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The Whelps are a two piece garage rock band from the south-east of England.

Adam Hammet: Guitars, Drums, Vocals
Jack Charter: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals

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