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She's coming over We'll go out walking, Make a call on the way She's in the phone booth now, I'm looking in There comes a smile on her face There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday, yeah I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else So we take off out Fiona's door Walk until it's light outside, Like before when we were on the phone We have to laugh to look at each other We have to laugh cause we're not alone As the cars fly up King St It's enough to startle us, It's enough to startle us I love my drug buddy My drug, my drug buddy I love my drug buddy My drug, my drug buddy |