It's cold outside
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And the paints 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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So now I'm alone
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Now I can think for myself
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About little deals
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And S.U's
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And things that I just don't understand
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A white lie that night
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Or a sly touch at times
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I don't think it meant anything to you
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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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'Please sit down'
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A candle lit 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 mine's broke down
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And now I've no-one to love
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So I find out your reason
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For the phone calls and smiles
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And it hurts
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And I'm lonely
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And I should never have tried
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And I missed you tonight
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It must be time to leave
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You see it meant everything to me
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Are 'Friends' Electric?
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| Republica |
