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Who of my friends will be first in line |
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To say I warned you and |
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I told you so |
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Giving reminders of troubles |
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I should have seen coming |
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Things I already know |
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Big words about act and consequence |
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Are of little help when we are history |
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Do's and don'ts and pointing fingers |
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And their home made morality |
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No one else matters |
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No use telling me what to do |
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Even if it's true why bother |
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I'd much rather be my own fool |
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And if anyone ever matters it's you |
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If they worry about my new won confidence |
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And they don't know what to believe |
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I say my willing victim was just a made up image |
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That I had worked on secretly |
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I won't compare with every judging stranger |
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When I got my own hell to rise |
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Finally I made his face flush with anger |
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And somehow |
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I managed to look surprised |
