Ha ha
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Well I guess I guess we got them
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Fitted out some guits playing music
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Sitting on the rooftops, just doing what they do
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But I just watch cuz I'm not into what they doing
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Cuz I got more to do
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My friends, my friends, my friends
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How could I do it without them?
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They're out of their minds
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And one-of-a-kind, my friends
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Yeah
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Well I guess I guess we got them
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Pretty girls who want little parties
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Rolling in the bathrooms, and sipping on Bacardi
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They sniffing that snow, they think I don't know
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Stains on my floor
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And still they tiptoe through my kitchen and
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The flame glows from the tip of their stokes
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And I guess I don't care
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At least they'll always be there
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My friends, my friends, my friends
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How could I do it without them?
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They're out of their minds
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And one-of-a-kind, my friends
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Well, I guess they're out of line sometimes
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But still, they're the best friends of mine
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Why do they always, why do they always
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Get so out of hand, I don't understand
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Oh no no no no no
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My friends, my friends, my friends
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How could I do it without them?
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They're out of their minds
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And one-of-a-kind, my friends
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Yeah
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My friends
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My Friends
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| Max Schneider |
