| Me, I’m a party of circular friends
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| And we, notice you don’t come around
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| And me, I think it all depends
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| On you
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| Touching ground with us
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| I quit, I give up, nothings good enough for anybody else
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| It seems
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| I quit, I give up, nothing good enough for anybody else
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| It seems
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| And being alone is the best way to be
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| When I’m by mself it’s the best way to be
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| When I’m all alone its the best way to be
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| When I’m by myself
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| Nobody else can say
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| Good-bye
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| Everything is temporary anyway
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| When the streets are wet
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| The colors slip into the sky
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| But I don’t know why that means you and I
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| Oh that means you and I
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| I quit, I give up, nothings good enough for anybody else
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| It seems
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| I quit, I give up, nothings good enough for anybody else
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| It seems
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| And being alone, is the best way to be
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| When I’m by myself it’s the best way to be
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| When I’m all alone it’s the best way to be
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| When I’m by myself, nobody else can say
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| Me, I’m a party of circular friends
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| And we, notice you don’t come around |