| iI hate these days, where it seems
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| I’m all alone
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| When I open my fakebook I can
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| see the party’s done
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| I hate these days when I look at
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| the pictures on the wall
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| Of some friends I’ve received no
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| call and then inside me there is a
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| hole.
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| So why do you think, show your life
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| on a website, is gonna make you
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| feel better?
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| You and your fancy dreams I don’t
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| like you
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| You and your fantasies I don’t need
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| you
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| You and your fancy dreams I don’t
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| like you
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| You and your fantasies get out of
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| my life.
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| I hate these days where I open up
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| my eyes,
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| And as I wake up alone I can see
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| that there’s nobody at home.
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| I hate these days where I see that
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| you’re in love,
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| At the same time I’m still losing
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| my mind
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| So why do you think, show your life
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| on a website, is gonna make you
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| feel better?
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| You and your fancy dreams I don’t
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| like you
|
| You and your fantasies I don’t need
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| you
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| You and your fancy dreams I don’t
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| like you
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| You and your fantasies get out of
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| my life. |