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Casual AcquaintancesCasual acquaintances 'cause time just won't allowI can see their disappointed faces in the crowd Beauty is the lure trouble at the rod Don't need another chicken in the pot I seem to always find myself wondering how I'm here again I can never clear a space without some mess finding its way in People love to talk until they're finally sure I'm somewhat interested I spend my time wondering how they can't tell I'm not listening No I'm not listening Too many things to do with nothing good to say Just more clouds on a sunny day Too many things to do with nothing good to say Just more clouds on a sunny day Liquor is the lure trouble at the rod Tell myself one more then I hit the rock I seem to always find myself wondering how I'm here again I can never clear a space without some mess finding its way in People love to talk until they're finally sure I'm somewhat interested I spend my time wondering how they can't tell that I'm not listening Too many things to do with nothing good to say Just more clouds on a sunny day Too many things to do with nothing good to say Just more clouds on a sunny day |