Hard to lose a friend. Other friends come along. There's something to having nobody and figuring out how smart you are anyway.
Nobody to talk to Nobody but me Nobody to see just how smart I can be But then Somebody, lonely like me Somebody to see just how smart I can be Then you have to go away Now there's no one No one in that room Just the memories Memories of the days when it was just me and you, and you and me |
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