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Down on my friends, he's looking up, looking at me again
Down my on luck, I know you'd call If you want me enough
Who do I trust
Are you in love

Now I'm outside myself and I can't see you
My body's useless can't you cut me loose
I'm besides myself I can't find you
You're fucking nothing I can see right through

Down on my friends, he's looking up, looking at me again
Down my on luck, I know you'd call If you want me enough
Who do I trust
Are you in love

Now I'm outside myself and I can't see you
My body's useless can't you cut me loose
I'm outside myself I can't find you
You're fucking nothing I can see right through

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