Placebo - Too Many Friends Lyrics
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Too Many Friends
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What Are The Lyrics For Too Many Friends By Placebo?
My computer thinks I'm gay
I threw that piece of junk away On the Champs-Élysées As I was walking home This is my last communicate Down the super highway All that I have left to say In a single tome I've got too many friends too many people That I ll never meet, I'll never be there for I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there If I could give it all away, would it come back to me someday? Like a needle in the hay, or an expansive stone I've got a reason to declaim, Applications are to blame, for all my sorrow, My pain, feeling so alone I've got too many friends too many people That I ll never meet, I'll never be there for I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there Too many friends too many people That I ll never meet, I'll never be there for I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there My computer thinks I'm gay What's the difference anyway? When all the people do all day It staring into a phone I've got too many friends too many people That I'll never meet, I'll never be there for I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there Too many friends too many people That I ll never meet, I'll never be there for I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there I'll never be there, I'll never be there I'll never be there, I'll never be there |
Who Wrote Too Many Friends By Placebo?
Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steve Forrest, William Lloyd
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What's The Duration Of The Too Many Friends By Placebo?The duration of Too Many Friends is 3:37 minutes and seconds. |
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