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- All My Real Friends
See, believe, forget me
My playful thoughts contrive
Nights concede to reckless
Versions of myself
All my real friends gather
Stay my wanting for a shield
I can't see you real
- The Getaway
I can't get just any girl
But I got the one I wanted anyway
I wasn't born to save your world
I came to far for turning back again
Of all I needed it's all here
Life's the cure for all the bad you did
And I know, I hear too much,
I think too much, too much about