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Stop calling my bluff if you wanna make amends Don't call you enough, not as much as I intend I-I don't say it enough, but I'll thank you in the end Might delay a few events on the day it just depends I got way too many friends, I got way too many friends I got way too many friends, I got way too many, yeah Tell 'em that I miss 'em, now playing some pretend I can't tell you what it's really 'bout eight times out of ten I got way too many friends, I got way too many friends I got way too many friends, I got way too many I got way too many friends, I got way too many friends I got way too many friends, I got way too many I got way too many friends, I got way too many friends I got way too many friends, I got way too many I got way too many friends, I got way too many friends I got way too many friends, I got way too many (ah, ah) Had to put something on, my buttons gotta be tucked into my pants Had to be shut in like it was nothing, I got a judgement in advance Done and dusted you cannot touch this 'cause I'm reluctant when I dance (dance) It's so similar, a visitor who never got a chance I can't tell 'em that I miss 'em now, make it one and done Didn't fit, I took a different route, make it one of one In the thick I had to figure out if I jumped the gun Couldn't resist, I had to pin it down 'til I was undone and I Stop calling my bluff if you wanna make amends Don't call you enough, not as much as I intend I-I don't say it enough but I'll thank you in the end I got way too many friends, I got way too many friends I got way too many friends, I got way too many I got way too many friends, I got way too many friends I got way too many friends, I got (friends I got, friends I got, friends, I got) Friends Friends Friends
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