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I hate the way |
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That all the friends |
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I've ever had |
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Seem to vanish and fade away |
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They left their trouble in my hands |
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It's all the same |
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Year for year |
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And I can't sleep now |
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While they appear |
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And steal myself bone by bone |
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And again I try to understand |
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Yeah I, I seem to fail, |
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I seem to loose, |
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But it's all right |
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I am used to do |
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Yeah I seem to fail, |
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I seem to loose, |
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But it's all right |
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I am used to do |
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I go and find |
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A place to hide |
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With magic mushrooms and magic light |
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But the world is still spinning around |
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And I hate the way |
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That all the trees |
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Are laughing at me |
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Shut up, shut up |
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I won't listen to you my friends |
