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It's Friday night on tram number nine,
All the people I see have clouds in their minds,
But me I am alone,
Having a little party on my own.

The loneliness is not my issue,
I still remember the night that I kissed you,
And there's been plenty more since that,
When it comes to kissing I've been a spoilt little brat.

I don't wanna die alone,
In a home somewhere humming on a song of my own.
It's just me and my budgies
I'll enter heaven with no heavy luggage.

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