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Where is the friend when I need himmost? Climb to the top where I try to get close Counting the seconds, then I look up to you In both hands, a drink while I wait for the queue (Ooh) Who needs a girl if you're a boy on the run? No person of interest, no belt without gun Shaking the fist to the man in the box You wanted to scare him, you should've turned the clocks In your house Nothing special Nothing special Nothing special Nothing special (Ooh) The stones are cold, but the lighter keeps clicking The socks have holes and a probable cause A book with no cover, a run down the street One turn for the mad men One turn for the mad men The stones are cold, but the lighter keeps clicking The socks have holes and a probable cause A book with no cover, a run down the street One turn for the mad men One turn for the mad men One turn for the mad men One turn for the mad men Until I press pause Nothing special Nothing special Nothing special Nothing special Nothing special Nothing special Nothing special Nothing special
Writer(s): James Wilson Curd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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