| Used to have lots of fancy clothes
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| And drive a big white Cadillac
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| Not knowing all the time I had these things
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| My friends were stabbing my straight in my back
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| No, no, no
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| Even had a house then out there in Beverly Hills
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| I was moving so fast, y’all
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| I didn’t even have time to worry about paying my bills
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| Something started changing
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| My life started rearranging
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| Now I’m all alone
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| All the friends I wanted
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| I-I don’t have anymore
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| So somebody tell, tell me
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| (Where are all my friends)
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| I can’t find nobody
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| (Where are all my friends)
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| Used to take my friends out everywhere I went
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| But I used to tell them, y’all
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| Y’all ain’t gotta spend a red cent
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| 'Cause I used to have lots of money
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| I had them in big old stacks
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| I used to lend them my clothes
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| But they never, never ever, never, never brought them back
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| Now I don’t have nothing
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| I’m so all alone
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| Don’t even have a home
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| I ain’t got no place to lay my head
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| Wish someone would help me
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| 'Cause I-I-I-I-I…I need a loan
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| Yeah, baby
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| (Where are all my friends)
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| I’m looking, y’all. |
| I’m looking all over
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| (Where are all my friends)
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| I’m looking for the friends I used to call my very own
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| (Where are all my friends)
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| I need somebody right now. |
| Hey!
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| (Where are all my friends)
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| I can’t find a father or a mother
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| (Where are all my friends)
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| I remember the time I used to be walking up and down the streets
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| And I remember you and you and you and you and you
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| I remember when you used to say that, yeah
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| Trying to get me to spare a dime
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| And I used to come out the bottom of my heart
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| 'Cause I thought you were a friend of mine. |
| Huh
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| But it seems, yeah
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| It seems that you didn’t even give a damn about me, no
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| But now I’m down and out and I need a friend
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| I surely need a friend |