When the conversation is over
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And there's nothing left to say
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I know what you're going to do
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So i'm going my seperate way
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You're going to call your new friend
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On the telephone
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I wonder what you call him
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When i'm not home
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Now this has been
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Going on every night
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Since that week i left town
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It really makes me think
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I shoulda stuck around
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So i'm.. going to my living room / bedroom
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You know this is apartment is so small
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We used to share a bedroom
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Until you got that call
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You close your door
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So firmly
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That i put up
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My chinese screen
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But you know
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I cant hide a thing at all
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Now you've got your doors
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And i wonder
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What goes on
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I've got my chinese screen
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But you know
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I cant hide a thing at all
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You've got your radio on low
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To cover the sounds
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But your voice so soft, so soft
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It could only be heard by your new friend
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I've got my radio blasting
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To show that i dont care about anything
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You could possibly say to your new friend
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Now you've got your door
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And i wonder
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What goes on
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I've got my chinese screen
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But you know
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I cant hide a thing at all
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And all that i can think of
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Is that how you used to be me
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On the phone to you
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While your lover died.. outside..
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And in this chair tonight
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I wouldnt mind if i die
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And left you to your new friend
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Your new friend
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Now dont get me wrong
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I know.. i'm still your boyfriend
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But that doesnt mean a damn thing at all
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As long as you've got
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Your new friend
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Your New Friend
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| Smog |
