It's like when you're making conversation
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And you're trying not to scream
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And you're trying not to tell 'em
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You don't care what they mean
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And you're really feeling fragile
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And you really can't get home
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And you really feel abandoned
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But you want to be alone
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Chorus
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Old Friends they shine like diamonds
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Old Friends you can always call
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Old Friends Lord you can't buy 'em
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You know it's Old Friends after all
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And when the house is empty
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And the lights begin to fade
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And there's nothing to protect you
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Except the window shade
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And it's hard to put your finger
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On the thing that scares you most
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And you can't tell the difference
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Between an angel and a ghost
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Chorus
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Old Friends
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| Guy Clark |
