| The last time that I saw you, you were walking out the door
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| Taking the stairs three at a time, you were laughing as you walked
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| But now you’re not so civilized, you steal your daily bread
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| But I have to hand it to you, you were always a step ahead
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| Whoa, what are they gonna say?
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| Whoa, they won’t let any of us anywhere near
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| Hustling and thieving, just to get ahead
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| You would calculate your next move with no thought for no-one else
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| It’s hard not to imagine, if you once had a friend
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| The two of you ain’t talkin', because one of you is dead
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| No, «he's a bad kid,» they screamed
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| Whoa, «he won’t make it out of this change»
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| Hey, was it I was waiting with you?
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| Yeah, was it I was waiting with you?
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| Tried your best to please them, but just seemed in the way
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| You were left to your own devices, no guidance or restraints
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| The ones who throws the stones forget complacency is stained
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| But the one who’s hit remembers, 'til the end of their days
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| No, «he's a bad kid,» they screamed
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| Whoa, «he won’t make it out of this change»
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| The assassins in white coats, will glue your eyelids closed again
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| And the assassins all should know, and they should hang their heads in shame
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| What’re you gonna do about it?
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| What’re-what're-what're-what're you gonna do about it?
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| Was it I was waiting with you? |