| It’s cold outside
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| And the paint’s peeling off my walls
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| There’s a man outside
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| In a long coat gray hair smoking a cigarette
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| Now the light fades out
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| And I wonder what I’m doing in a room like this
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| There’s a knock on the door
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| And just for a second I thought I remembered you
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| So now I’m alone
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| And I can think for myself
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| About little deals and s.u.'s
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| And things I just don’t understand
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| Like a white lie that night
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| Or a sly touch at times
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| I don’t think it meant anything to you
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| So I open the door
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| It’s the friend that I’d left in the hallway
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| Please sit down
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| A candle-lit shadow on the wall near the bed
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| You know I hate to ask
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| But are friends electric?
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| Only
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| Mine’s broken down
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| And now I’ve no one to love
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| So I found out your reasons
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| For the phone calls and smiles
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| And it hurts and I’m lonely
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| And I should never have tried
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| And I missed you tonight
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| So it’s time to leave
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| You see this meant everything to me |