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It's like when you're making conversation |
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And you're trying not to scream |
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And you're trying not to tell 'em |
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You don't care what they mean |
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And you're really feeling fragile |
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And you really can't get home |
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And you really feel abandoned |
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But you want to be alone |
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Chorus Old |
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Friends they shine like diamonds |
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Old Friends you can always call |
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Old Friends |
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Lord you can't buy 'em |
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You know it's |
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Old Friends after all |
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And when the house is empty |
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And the lights begin to fade |
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And there's nothing to protect you |
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Except the window shade |
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And it's hard to put your finger |
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On the thing that scares you most |
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And you can't tell the difference |
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Between an angel and a ghost |
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