| Minnie, you’re a friend of mine
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| You’ll come good in your sweet time
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| Leave all the worries that fuck you up
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| Sting much worse than a paper cut
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| Leave 'em all hangin' here by the door
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| When you leave 'em behind, you’re gonna wipe the floor
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| And I don’t know which way home
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| I don’t know which way I should go
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| Chasing the shadows of a promise that’ll never come, oh no
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| And I don’t know which way home
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| Minnie, you could talk all day
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| Even underwater, that’s what they say
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| Don’t turn your life into a race
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| All your dreams lost in the chase
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| Leave all the worries that fuck you up
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| Sting much worse than a paper cut
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| Leave 'em all hangin' here by the door
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| When you leave 'em behind, you’re gonna wipe the floor
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| And I don’t know which way home
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| I don’t know which way I should go
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| Chasing the shadows of a promise that’ll never come, oh no
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| And I don’t know which way home
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| And I don’t know which way home
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| I don’t know which way I should go
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| Chasing the shadows of a promise that’ll never come, oh no
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| And I don’t know which way home
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| You’re a friend of mine
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| You’re a friend of mine
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| Baby, you’re a friend of mine
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| You’re a friend of mine |