| Hanging around, outside a bar
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| Smoke cigarettes, take a deep breath
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| I’m not a fan of small talk
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| But I’ll partake to get along
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| And now I’m name-dropping
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| (Does that make you like me?)
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| I talk about nothing
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| (So you understand)
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| And that’s how I know I’m dying alone
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| Isn’t it lovely
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| To not feel alone when no one’s around?
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| It makes me happy
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| To feel at home, dying alone
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| Laundry is done, folding is fun
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| Eating a bite, riding my bike
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| No one to share with, no one who cares if
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| I’m not around or run out of town
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| And now I’m free-falling
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| (Does that make you want me?)
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| You talk like you know me
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| (When I’m not around)
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| I think you should know — you’re dying alone
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| Isn’t it lovely
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| To not feel alone when no one’s around?
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| It makes me happy
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| To feel at home, dying alone
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| All I wanna do is make friends but
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| That would cost me, I’ll stay home
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| I’m dying alone
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| All I wanna do is feel love but
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| Too much envy, I’ll stay home
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| 'Cause I’m already dead
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| Isn’t it lovely? |