| Left the studio late last night
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| And was setting myself up to have a cocoa and sleep tight
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| When I get a text, an invite from a mate of mine
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| To one of the best experiences of your whole entire life
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| I thought about it, opened Google Maps and perused
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| And fifteen minutes later I was on the 2 4 2
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| Get to the open door, there’s vomit on the floor
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| Looks like its owner must have smoked a dodgy score
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| And then I walk, freshly mascara-ed and re-chalked
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| To the front room through the smoke, I think I need a tour
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| There’s a girl with her head in her hands
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| Cause she opened her results and she just flopped her exams
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| Yeah, you’ve got the Stans with their Hilfiger brands
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| And their scuffed up Vans
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| Skating down the stairs, acting like a man
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| And I can’t seem to find my friends
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| I’m snaking through the crowd, and I’m being offered a Benz
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| By a dealer from Crowch End, whose trying to pretend
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| That his little bitty thing is worth way more than my 5 or 10
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| Bullshit!
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| Yo, where the fuck are my friends
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| I’m no judgmental individual
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| I’m so real and you’re all fictional
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| Stevens, Jens, and Bens all drinking Glenn’s
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| And I’ve been on my phone since half past 10
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| I keep thinking how this is long for my life
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| When it took me 30 minutes to get here
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| And it’ll take me 45 to get back on the 205
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| At whatever time I decide to give up on this weird vibe
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| Let’s see then, what have we got here
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| Mom’s old harem pants, a wannabe Britney Spears
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| Incense sticks and a casket of warm beers
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| An iPod shuffle playing SBTRKT and Tears for Fears
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| I’m snaking through the crowd and I’m being asked for some head
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| By a dirty little geezer who thinks he’s got cred
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| Being real in 20 years he’ll probably be dead like I said
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| Yo, where the fuck are my friends
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| I can’t seem to find my friends
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| Yo, where the fuck are my friends
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| I’m no judgmental individual
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| I’m so real and you’re all fictional
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| Stevens, Jens, and Bens all drinking Glenn’s
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| And I’ve been on my phone since half past 10
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| I can’t find my friends
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| Where the fuck are my friends
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| I can’t find my friends
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| Where the fuck are my friends
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| I can’t find my friends
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| Where the fuck are my friends
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| I can’t find my friends |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Find My Friends , by - GIRLI. Song from the album Feel OK - EP, in the genre Поп