Hello stranger, let me tell you my life
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As I sit on a park bench with you and drink your beer
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Thanks for the plow, I'm fucked with money again
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And when I have them, it itches me since I was little
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I'm not the only child but I'm spoiled like a queen
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Well, I don't appreciate the gifts that God throws before me
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And I’m not old, so I’m not wise to recognize
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Good people who love me, I'm too neurotic
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I pay attention to acquaintances by the way
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The ego feels better when everything is to its liking
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I find it hard to bear criticism, I give a smile to a fake smile
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And only when I lick the bottle can I admit the mistake
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And I like praise from people who cheated on me. Hehe.
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My cell phone is full of numbers of unknown guys
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I catch myself moaning that I am a lonely soul
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From the forest I can't see the trees and the right ear listening to me
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Dear stranger, I can hardly keep my balance
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It's morning, I'm going home, my head is shooting, my eyelids are tightening
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And thank God - that I will enter the new day sober
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And tell your friends what no one knows yet:
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Like the fingers of one hand, my friend, you know me
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As if we always knew each other, you read me easily
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Like the fingers of a friend's hand - believe me
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Although I don't say that often, thank you for your support
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Like the fingers of one hand, my friend, you know me
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As if we always knew each other, you read me easily
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Like the fingers of a friend's hand - believe me
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Even if you don't hear it often, thank you for the love
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I don't even know why I'm opening up to you now
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I guess it's easier for me to do it with you - whom I don't even know
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You will forget your face and I will not tell you my name
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Maybe because you listen to me carefully word for word
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We'll break up later - we'll never see each other again
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You won't come back, use everything against me, it won't hurt
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That's why I'm telling you, stranger - while my eyes are wide open
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As I sink deeper and deeper into this sleepless night
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It’s hard to wear armor that protects me from others
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And under the armor, while I whine, my scream is not heard
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I have the impression that I am alone even though everyone is around me
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I don't give too much to anyone - it's easy to turn around
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Well, that turns out to be a weapon of mine against me
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For me to hurt me to point me to fix
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There are few friends, real ones, really few
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And it's hard for me to open up to them, that's why I'm sorry
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You're listening to my story now, you can be anyone
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Tonight I opened up too much, said too much
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Like the fingers of one hand, my friend, you know me
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As if we always knew each other, you read me easily
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Like the fingers of a friend's hand - believe me
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Although I don't say that often, thank you for your support
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Like the fingers of one hand, my friend, you know me
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As if we always knew each other, you read me easily
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Like the fingers of a friend's hand - believe me
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Even if you don't hear it often, thank you for the love |