| I’ve been from town to town
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| So many I’ve lost count
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| Made so many friends about
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| But so few are still around
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| I’m just a loner
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| Don’t need that many friends
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| I’m not like your others
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| Ain’t got much in compare
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| I don’t know where I fit in
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| But I just make do
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| Cause it’s easier to pretend
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| When you’re feeling down and out
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| And you don’t really feel it
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| Pretend
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| When you don’t like the people who surround you
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| You gotta pretend
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| You’re not feeling like yourself
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| Then you gotta pretend
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| You gotta pretend
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| Up and down the east coast, never found home
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| Starting over every year and it starts to get old
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| Skipped my homecoming, skipped my prom and all the dances
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| Never paid attention to them girls that made advances
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| Focused on this music thank God it finally got me
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| All I ever needed was my horn and my family
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| I’m just a loner
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| Don’t need that many friends
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| I’m not like your others
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| Ain’t got much in compare
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| I don’t know where I fit in
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| But I just make do
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| Cause it’s easier to pretend
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| You gotta pretend pretend pretend
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| You gotta pretend pretend pretend
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Shapeshifter
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| Cold-switching
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| Just to carry conversation on cold shoulders
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| Causes my cordial climate to attempt at room temp small talk over two brews
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| But
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| I’m tipsy from disinterest
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| Listening just enough to uh-huh and head nod
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| Knowing I’m too pissed to drive this stick shift dialogue any longer
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| Truthfully
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| Truthfully I’m a loner
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| Seriously
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| Stricken with only child syndrome
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| Smiling for pictures with people who don’t purchase product
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| But
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| I’d be the butthole if I fast-forward past pseudo-fans who plan to tag me on
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| Instagram like
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| Like we sharing a story
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| So I pause for the cause far too often
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| Flaunting several silhouettes of self for fresh perspective
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| Elected
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| A semi-social anti-approachable people person posing on the runway of
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| relationships
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| Sunken
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| In my postal dysfunction
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| Finding emo Nemos in a sea of sorrows seeking to borrow empathy
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| But I’m empty more often than not
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| Pretending
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| Pretending like I know your voice
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| Like I know your voice whenever you call
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| Whenever
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| Whenever you call |