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I've got a habits I knowOf picking on your faultsIt fakes a lot to make you madBut if I tried I'm sure I wouldAnd if my Sunday gets too dullWould you allow me to beAwful, I mean miserable, impossible ?That's what friends are forI've noticed just by watching other peopleWhile they're talking to each otherSince this party startedI've been feeling pretty shakyLike a fish out of cold waterIn a glass of coca cola From Letras Mania