| So long ago, still indignation clouds your head
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| And it’s enough to know the pain of losing friends
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| You perpetuate
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| Certain sensless hate
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| And I can picture you today
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| As you say «I used to know that guy»
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| And as you speak they watch your face split in two
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| And when you see me It’s always, hey Joe, how is it goin' bro?
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| Where have you been man? |
| We used to be such good friends
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| Two-faced, you don’t care You know what you can do with it
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| I can’t pretend
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| And you just want a war, man
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| And there you go again
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| You ought to bury the hatchet
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| And leave behind all of the lies and your disguise
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| You know that I just want to bury the hatchet
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| How much more will you permit?
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| Think about it you’ll admit
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| You and I have got to bury the hatchet
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| Am I really all that bad?
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| Sometimes I second guess
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| Often times I wonder why my head is such a mess
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| Put yourself in my shoes and picture if you can
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| All these insecuriries create that bitter sad man
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| You see hurting
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| Not me
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| Not me
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| I forgive, I forget I won’t say the things I’ll regret
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| Not this time
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| I will stop
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| But just between you and me it’s a loss
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| I can’t recall the hurting words that I once said
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| So long ago, still indignation clouds your head
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| 'Cause it’s enough to know the pain of losing friends
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| Fingers point at you Isn’t that what a child would do?
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| And as you speak they’d watch your face split in two
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| And when you see me It’s always, hey Joe, how is it goin' bro?
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| Where have you been man? |
| We used to be such good friends
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| Two faced, you don’t care You know what you can do with it
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| Hypocrite
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| Don’t give me that shit |