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So Why
What's the point in reaching you my lonely friend?
What's the point in friends if friends can't make amends?
I am not impressed not that
I claim to know what's best.
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day.
The sun's your excuse to hide away.
So why?
What about the dreams that keep you up at night?
What about the people each day passing you by?
I am not impressed not that
I claim to know what's best.
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day.
The sun's your excuse to hide away.
You're all alone
You're by your phone
You're probably stoned
So Why?
You're all alone
You're by your phone
You're probably stoned
So Why?
So Why?
So Why?
What's the point in reaching you my lonely friend?
What's the point in friends if friends cannot offend?
I am most impressed you have
ripped the heart clean out of your chest.
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day.
The sun's your excuse to stow away.
You're all alone
You're by your phone
You're probably stoned
So Why?
You're all alone
You're by your phone
You're probably stoned
So Why?
You're all alone
You're by your phone
You're probably stoned
So Why?
You're all alone
You're by your phone
You're probably stoned
So Why?
So why deny everyone?
So why deny everyone?
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So why deny everyone?
So why deny everyone?
So Why?
You're probably stoned
You're by your phone
You're all alone
So Why?
You're probably stoned
You're by your phone
You're all alone
So Why?
You're probably stoned
You're by your phone
You're all alone
So Why?
You're probably stoned
You're by your phone
You're all alone
The sun's your excuse to stow away.
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day.
ripped the heart clean out of your chest.
I am most impressed you have
What's the point in friends if friends cannot offend?
What's the point in reaching you my lonely friend?
So Why?
So Why?
So Why?
You're probably stoned
You're by your phone
You're all alone
So Why?
You're probably stoned
You're by your phone
You're all alone
The sun's your excuse to hide away.
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day.
I claim to know what's best.
I am not impressed not that
What about the people each day passing you by?
What about the dreams that keep you up at night?
So why?
The sun's your excuse to hide away.
You're sick of love, you're sick of the day.
I claim to know what's best.
I am not impressed not that
What's the point in friends if friends can't make amends?
What's the point in reaching you my lonely friend?
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