| Where are all my friends now
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| Acquaintences have come and gone
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| Past along the road of life
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| Familiar scenes and photographs
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| Stand tall
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| Forget
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| Stand tall
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| They’re dead
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| Life has had it’s up and down
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| In past they’d be around
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| There to lend a helping hand
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| Friends are often in demand
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| Enemies and friends just coexist
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| Jealousy puts me on their hate list
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| Magazins spells truth in my own words
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| Recreate the hell they all deserve
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| Reassured that they’ve all gone
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| Once I thought they’d be along
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| They live behind a platic mask
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| Such a self assuring task
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| Censored values, empty visions
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| No preditions, no decisions
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| Mother loser living at home
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| Never left the nest to unknown
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| Bewildered in the face of danger
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| Obesely structured fallen angel
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| Mommy dearest is his savior
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| Laughing at the newest stranger
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| Enemies and friens just coexist
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| Jealousy puts me on their hate list
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| Magazins spells truth in my own words
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| Recreate the hell they all deserve |