| I hope I never have to use the word «friend» again,
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| It’s the same old slap in the face set in motion,
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| Ah fuck this place,
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| Again I’ve met the end don’t tell me what is left
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| There’s nothing but a box of pictures I refuse to open
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| They may cause resent
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| You know I really don’t miss a thing
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| You know I really don’t miss a thing
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| It’s no struggle to confront now 'cause what’s said is said
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| And what’s done is done
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| A crude emotion set in forward pace
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| Get this message straight now 'cause I’m sick as shit
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| I’ve got no room for impatience
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| The bet was set
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| You know I really don’t miss a thing
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| You know I really don’t miss a thing
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| Just sometimes the rain is warm in winter
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| Where the clouds part everything is clear
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| When I play the card I dealt the ice will warm and melt
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| And I don’t think I’ll care
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| Fuck all them here
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| No one will care
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| There’s nothing wrong at all with spending time alone
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| No!
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| And if I ever have to use the word «friend» again
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| Don’t question, slap my face, there’s no devotion
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| Played and betrayed
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| And if there are no starts then there’ll be no more ends
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| Just another stop treated careless,
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| To add to the list
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| But sometimes the rain is warm in winter
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| Where the clouds part everything is clear
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| When I play the card I dealt the ice will warm and melt
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| And I don’t think I’ll care
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| Fuck all them here
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| No, I won’t care… |