| Living a lie, let’s not pretend
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| That you like me or we are friends
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| We can call it for the few
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| That are listening tonight
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| We’ll divide the dream cut the loss
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| Feel no pain, you can fuck the fame
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| You can fuck the fame
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| For the ones that are listening
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| All this time that I called you friend
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| I won’t be there for you again
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| All this time that I called you friend
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| I won’t be there for you again
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| Your future’s bleak, you better save your skin
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| It’s that flesh you smell, it’s that skin you’re in
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| Your soul is rotting as well as your inners
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| Your mind and teeth they’re getting thinner
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| Selfish, self-sustaining
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| Regrets, unmistaking
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| Fuck the fame, you can fuck the fame
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| For the ones that are listening
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| All this time that I called you friend
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| I won’t be there for you again
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| All this time that I called you friend
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| I won’t be there for you again
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| Sleep well, sleep tight
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| You know this song is about you don’t you?
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| All this time that I called you friend
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| I won’t be there for you again
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| All this time that I called you friend
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| I won’t be there for you again |