Best Friends lyrics

by

Ian Anderson


All your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand
There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran
Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone
You alone, you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone
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