Текст песни The White Stripes - A Boy's Best Friend

I just don't feel it in this place 
Their thoughts cast me out of here 
Their home has run out of space 
My mind's already out of here 

Won't you come along, dear? 
Won't you come along? 

Words that are spoke alone 
Phrases you will never hear 

Empty rooms and a telephone 
That I will never use 
Never fear 

I am all alone, dear 
I am all alone 

My dogs come sit next to me 
A pack of dogs and cigarettes 
My only friends speak no words to me 
But they look at me and they don't forget 
That a boy's best friend 
Is his mother or whatever has become his pet

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