| 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
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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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| 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
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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 |