| We’re all lonely in the end
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| But we all could use a hand
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| Then again, I’ve got every type of friend
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| The best ones, the rude ones
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| The old ones, the new ones
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| The worst ones, the great ones
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| The real ones, and the fake ones
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| Again and again
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| I’ve got every type of friend
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| And again and again
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| I’ve got every type of friend
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| And if you fuck me over, even once back then
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| I still don’t ever want to see your face again
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| I try to forget that it ever had happened
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| You’re not someone I call a friend
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| You’re not like a single one of them
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| The best ones, the rude ones
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| The old ones, the new ones
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| The worst ones, the great ones
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| The real ones, and the fake ones
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| Again and again
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| I’ve got every type of friend
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| And again and again
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| I’ve got every type of friend
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| Here come the yes man and here comes the bums
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| Here come the leeches from the swamp to drain my blood
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| So where are the people who know how to lift me up?
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| Where did my friends go? |
| I miss them all so much
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| The best ones, the rude ones
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| The old ones, the new ones
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| The worst ones, the great ones
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| The real ones, and the fake ones
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| Again and again
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| I’ve got every type of friend
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| And again and again
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| I’ve got every type of friend |