We’re all lonely in the end
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But we all could use a hand
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Then again, I’ve got every type of friend
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The best ones, the rude ones
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The old ones, the new ones
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The worst ones, the great ones
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The real ones, and the fake ones
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Again and again
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I’ve got every type of friend
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And again and again
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I’ve got every type of friend
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And if you fuck me over, even once back then
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I still don’t ever want to see your face again
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I try to forget that it ever had happened
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You’re not someone I call a friend
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You’re not like a single one of them
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The best ones, the rude ones
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The old ones, the new ones
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The worst ones, the great ones
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The real ones, and the fake ones
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Again and again
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I’ve got every type of friend
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And again and again
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I’ve got every type of friend
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Here come the yes man and here comes the bums
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Here come the leeches from the swamp to drain my blood
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So where are the people who know how to lift me up?
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Where did my friends go? |
I miss them all so much
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The best ones, the rude ones
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The old ones, the new ones
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The worst ones, the great ones
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The real ones, and the fake ones
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Again and again
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I’ve got every type of friend
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And again and again
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I’ve got every type of friend |