i'm staring at the front door in my coat
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it's kinda rainy
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i've a feeling i don't want to know
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i'm walking down the pavement
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here i go
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i'm heading for a place
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i've been a million times before
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and there's a thousand better ways
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that i could spend my time
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than coversation with somebody
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where the sun don't shine
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there's lots of people i can be around
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and not pretend
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that i've been everywhere before
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and i call 'em my friends
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friends
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somebody's got a party where i go
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i wish i lost the invitation
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there's nobody there i know
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conversation gets too loud
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too many people want to talk
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i wish they'd turn it all down
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and everybody's got
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a million different points of view
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but when you're looking out the window
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that they're looking through
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don't you think it's kinda stupid
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trying to jump onto the rat race
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train that's going the same way too
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and there's a thousand better ways
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that i could spend my time
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than coversation with somebody
|
where the sun don't shine
|
there's lots of people i can be around
|
and not pretend
|
that i've been everywhere before
|
and i call 'em my friends
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friends
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i look at my reflection on their wall
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i feel so empty
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i'm surprised to see my face in there at all
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i make up an excuse to call my phone
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and less than 20 minutes later
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i'm in a taxi heading home
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and richard burton's on a benderz
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trying to get back home
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he's never been so many miles
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from back where he comes from
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he must be 20 times the legal limit
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staring at the end
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there's not a telephone for miles
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i want to talk to my friends
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there's a thousand better ways
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that i can spend my time
|
than coversation with somebody
|
where the sun don't shine
|
there's lots of people i can be around
|
and not pretend
|
that i've been everywhere before
|
and i call 'em my friends
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friends
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