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We're all lonely in the end
But we all could use a hand
Then again, I've got every type of friend

The best ones, the rude ones
The old ones, the new ones
The worst ones, the great ones
The real ones, and the fake ones

Again and again
I've got every type of friend
And again and again
I've got every type of friend

And if you fuck me over, even once back then
I still don't ever want to see your face again
I try to forget that it ever had happened
You're not someone I call a friend
You're not like a single one of them

The best ones, the rude ones
The old ones, the new ones
The worst ones, the great ones
The real ones, and the fake ones

Again and again
I've got every type of friend
And again and again
I've got every type of friend

Here come the yes man and here comes the bums
Here come the leeches from the swamp to drain my blood
So where are the people who know how to lift me up?
Where did my friends go? I miss them all so much

The best ones, the rude ones
The old ones, the new ones
The worst ones, the great ones
The real ones, and the fake ones

Again and again
I've got every type of friend
And again and again
I've got every type of friend

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