| I recall the day
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| When everybody packed up and gave up
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| Left an empty plate
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| I’m staring down at a vicious cycle’s end
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| So what’s the matter with
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| The way I go about my business now
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| A separation of the loyalties
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| That are spewing out your mouth
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| Now, that all my friends are gone
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| And our lives are moving on
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| You’ve got to pick the pieces up
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| A lot of time to waste
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| This is subject to change
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| I’ve illustrated it out shopping with ya
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| And yet it feels so strange
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| You still prefer the easy way out, huh?
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| If condescending is the new black
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| Then you’ll dress to kill, my friend
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| Another shot out of confidence
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| It’s becoming quite a trend
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| Now, that all my friends are gone
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| And our lives are moving on
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| You’ve got to pick the pieces up
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| Never take a second look
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| Now, that all my friends are gone
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| And our lives are moving on
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| You’ve got to pick the pieces up
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| All in a day’s work, you’ve outdone yourself this time
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| Assertive as you are, you still get left far behind
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| All I’m saying is if this is your best shot
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| You’ve got yourself stuck in a rut
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| Now, that all my friends are gone
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| And our lives are moving on
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| You’ve got to pick the pieces up
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| Never take a second look
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| Now, that all my friends are gone
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| And our lives are moving on
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| You’ve got to pick the pieces up |