| You assume that you’re my best friend
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| No life, just consume what you attach to
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| Failure, now hang on others and try to fill the hollow
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| Pathetic, weak, laughable
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| You live to follow wantless admiration
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| Shameless you dig for status, on your knees crawl
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| Validation becomes an all consuming goal
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| Intruding nature, demanding one to play the roll
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| You’re not worth my time
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| Ya damn hanger on
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| You’ve got a long way to go
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| You’re still dead wrong
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| Now dot the map, bring the gifts you offer
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| As a payment for your audience
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| Stand up worship bow down to your knees
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| Intrenched within a culture that exploits the offers
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| Relish in the excess
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| Pathetic your punishment we must endure
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| Validation becomes an all consuming goal
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| Intruding nature, demanding one to play the roll
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| You’re not worth my time
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| Ya damn hanger on
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| You’ve got a long way to go
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| You’re still dead wrong
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| You know that trust can not be bought
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| And still know doubt of your return
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| You can’t pretend to know my heart
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| And no we’re not of the same cloth
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| You’re not worth my time
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| Ya damn hanger on
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| You’re got a long way to go
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| You’re still dead wrong
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| You’re still dead
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| You’re still dead wrong |