| Your a half measure that’s all you are to me
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| Your tying to be something you’ll never be
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| We’re fucking proud let’s get one thing straight
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| You’re nothing to us, you’re weak and a fake (you're a fake)
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| Too much time wasted chatting shit
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| It gets too much once we turn up the heat
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| Where not dictating, we’re thinking aloud
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| Expressing the view that makes us proud
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| I don’t go shouting what lies true in my heart
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| I felt this true since the moment I start
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| I know that I won’t feel the same at the end
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| Cos my X’d up fists will lie cold in my grave
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| Not true till the fucking weekend
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| Straight edge till I’m fucking dead
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| Cos all the shit that you ever said bout' my friends and band
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| It’s coming back cos we
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| Watch every step that your fucking taking
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| It’s clear to us that your fucking faking
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| You know it’s your mistake
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| If you think it’s only friendship your about to break
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| This so called label, I gave myself
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| It’s not for friendship, it’s not for health
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| It’s for the pride that I keep inside of me
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| I know I’ll end my life, DRUG FREE |