| Are we holding our breath?
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| Are you really so depressed?
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| Sometimes it’s hard to remember you’re my friend
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| So I talk to you through my songs instead
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| And I know I’m being cold and acting guarded
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| But I can’t get stoned so I’m alone at the party
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| And how we danced at the show
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| Even with our bags and coats
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| I knocked into your elbow
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| And almost fell onto the floor
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| I was all arms and legs
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| When I looked into your face
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| But now I’m bruised and buckling
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| Did you notice we were touching?
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| And I know I’m being cold and acting guarded
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| But I can’t get stoned so I’m alone at the party
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| And I can tell you’re afraid
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| And I hate to see you that way
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| But I could be your loner
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| If you would be my stoner
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| And I don’t know if it means a thing to you
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| Maybe partly?
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| But I’m glad to know you’re sad too
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| And feel alone at the party |