I'm an empty well
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Running out of black gold
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It's high time I pulled over
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And walked around for a while
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I've seen the porcelain shell
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Your exoskeleton
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And I feel like we'd walk well together
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Because in the end, we are friends and lovers
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If asked of me I would
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Gobble them to bits
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The things that wall us off from
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Where we belong
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What's wrong with you is good
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For what's wrong with me
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And I think maybe we should stick together
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Because in the end, we are friends and lovers
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We are friends and lovers
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Abandon all the bones
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We've got to pick
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They'll only weigh us down and
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We are better than that
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If they all throw stones
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Start a collection
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Of everything we're not
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And won't be-cause
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You should never have to defend
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(Never have to defend)
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Being friends and lovers
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Being friends and lovers (oh)
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Being friends and lovers
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Friends And Lovers
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| Incubus |
