It's cold outside
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And the paint's peeling off of my walls.
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There's a man outside
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In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette.
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Now the light fades out
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And i wonder what i'm doing in a room like this.
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There's a knock on the door
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And just for a second i thought i remembered you.
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You know i hate to ask
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But are my friends electric?
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So i open the door
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It's the friend that i'd left in the hallway.
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I said "please sit down"
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A candle lit a shadow on a wall near the bed.
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You know i hate to ask
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But are friends electric?
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Only much broke down
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Down, down, down, down
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And now i've no one to love.
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You know i hate to ask
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But are friends electric?
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Are friends electric?
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| An Pierle |
