It's cold outside.And the paint's peeling off of my walls.There's a man outside.In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette.Now the light fades out, And I wonder what I'm doing In a room like this.There's a knock on the door,And just for a second I thoughtI remembered you.So now I'm alone.Now I can think for myself.About little deals And S.U's And things I just don't understand .A white lie that night ,Or a sly touch at times.I don't think it meant anything to you .So I open the door.It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway.'Please sit down' .A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed.You know I hate to ask,But are 'friends' electric?Only mine's broke down.And now I've no-one to love.So I found out your reasons,For the phone calls and smiles,And it hurts And I'm lonely And I should never have tried .And I missed you tonight.It must be time to leave.You see it meant everything to me.
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