| It’s taken longer than i thought it would
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| From timbuktu to hollywood
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| Disquietude and fear of letting go
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| I caught him running through the ghetto
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| With short blonde hair
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| And a cocaine stare
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| In the corner there
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| Yeah his lips were white like snow
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| Best friends are girlfriends
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| With much thicker skin
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| And your friends ain’t my friends
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| Don’t know where they’ve been
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| And i’ve had more friends
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| Than i’ve had girlfriends
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| And i’ve lost much more as well
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| I burnt all of my bridges and I built a wall
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| Smoked a cigarette at the beggar’s ball
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| Maybe there’s a gateway after all
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| I was curled up in my hotel room
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| When i thought of you
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| With another dude
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| The world was mine
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| It was ninety nine
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| And the party was alright
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| Best friends are girlfriends
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| With much thicker skin
|
| And your friends ain’t my friends
|
| Don’t know where they’ve been
|
| And i’ve had more friends
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| Than i’ve had girlfriends
|
| And i’ve lost much more as well
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| Lay back
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| Lay back
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| Won’t you carry me home
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| Won’t you carry me
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| Lay back
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| Lay back
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| Lay back on your rocking chair
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| And watch the world collapse
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| Best friends are girlfriends
|
| With much thicker skin
|
| And your friends ain’t my friends
|
| Don’t know where they’ve been
|
| And i’ve had more friends
|
| Then i’ve had girlfriends
|
| And i’ve lost much more as well
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| Lay back
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| Lay back
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| Won’t you carry me home
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| Won’t you carry me
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| Lay back
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| Lay back
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| Lay back on your rocking chair
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| And watch the world collapse |