| Lonely is the sound when the truth hits the ground
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| I lost all my friends that day I lost all my friends
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| We were sitting round and I remember the sky
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| We could hardly feel the change drinking our wine
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| I lost all my friends that day
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| I couldn’t find a thing to say
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| We all went our ways and now we’re out there on own
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| I lost all intents that day
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| Saying things I wouldn’t say
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| We all went our ways and now we’re out there on own
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| Years on the road
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| White painted road
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| Screen wipers on
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| Silent radio
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| A few magnetic waves moving
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| Right through my bones
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| Reaching for the blood to come back to my toes
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| I lost all my friends that day
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| I couldn’t find a thing to say
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| We all went our ways and now we’re out there on own
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| I lost all intents that day
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| Saying things I wouldn’t say
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| We all went our ways and now we’re out there on own
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| I lost all my friends that day
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| And I lost all my friends
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| I lost all my friends that day
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| And I lost all my friends
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| I lost all my friends that day
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| And I lost all my friends
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| I lost all my friends that day
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| And I lost all my friends
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| I lost all my friends that day
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| I couldn’t find a thing to say
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| We all went our ways and now we’re out there on own
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| I lost all intents that day
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| Saying things I wouldn’t say
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| We all went our ways and now we’re out there on own |