| Me, I’m a part of your circle of friends
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| And we notice you don’t come around
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| And me, I think it all depends
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| On you catching ground with us but
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| I quit, I give up, nothing’s good enough
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| For anybody else, it seems
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| I quit, I give up, nothing’s good enough
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| For anybody else, it seems
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| And being alone is the, is the best way to be
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| When I’m by myself it’s the best way to be
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| When I’m all alone it’s the best way to be
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| When I’m by myself, nobody else can say goodbye
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| Everything is temporary anyway
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| When the streets are wet, the colors slip into the sky
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| But I don’t know why that means you and I are
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| That means you and I
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| I quit, I give up, nothing’s good enough
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| For anybody else, it seems
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| I quit, I give up, nothing’s good enough
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| For anybody else, it seems
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| And, and being alone is the, is the best way to be
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| When I’m by myself it’s the best way to be
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| When I’m all alone it’s the best way to be
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| When I’m by myself nobody else can say
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| Me, I’m a part of your circle of friends
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| And we notice you don’t come around
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la |