| It’s like when you’re making conversation
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| And you’re trying not to scream
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| And you’re trying not to tell 'em
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| You don’t care what they mean
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| And you’re really feeling fragile
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| And you really can’t get home
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| And you really feel abandoned
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| But you want to be alone
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| Old friends, they shine like diamonds
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| Old friends, you can always call
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| Old friends Lord, you can’t buy 'em
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| You know it’s old friends after all
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| And when the house is empty
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| And the lights begin to fade
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| And there’s nothing to protect you
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| Except the window shade
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| And it’s hard to put your finger
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| On the thing that scares you most
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| And you can’t tell the difference
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| Between an angel and a ghost
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| Old friends, they shine like diamonds
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| Old friends, you can always call
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| Old friends Lord, you can’t buy 'em
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| You know it’s old friends after all |