| I miss my friends, my old school friends
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| The ones that I’ve known all my life
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| I spent so long pushing their love away
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| Now it cuts and it bites
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| I had this dream that I saw all of them
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| And we talked but we knew that we’d changed
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| Some had seen money and some had seen death
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| But none of them were the same
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| I want 'em back, I want 'em back
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| I want to feel their love again
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| I want 'em back, I want 'em back
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| I want to be with my old friends
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| I can’t forget getting drunk in the woods
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| With some liquor stolen from the market shelf
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| I drank a whole plastic Cherry Coke bottle full of wine
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| And I thought I’d killed myself
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| I want 'em back, I want 'em back
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| I want to feel their love again
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| I want 'em back, I want 'em back
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| I want to be with my old friends
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| Kissing the same girls
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| Taking their sweet pearls
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| And giving ours away at the same time
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| Man I turned each memory into this perfect summertime
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| I know they’re there, I know where
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| I can see their faces every day
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| All these pixel pictures, I studied them like scriptures
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| And I still feel so far away
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| I want 'em back, I want 'em back
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| I want to feel their love again
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| I want 'em back, I want 'em back
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| I want to be with my old friends |