| To all my friends who are just like me
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| Another cog in the big machine
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| Another victim of the industry
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| It just don’t mean nothing to me
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| To all the lost who have had enough
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| To everybody that has given up
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| Life is tough, are you tough enough?
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| It just don’t mean nothing to me
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| Got a belly full of that pesticide
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| Yeah, ain’t it cool? |
| We were born to die
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| Hallelujah, Chica-chica ride
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| Gonna fool ya with the white lines
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| To all my friends who’ve had enough
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| If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
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| To all my friends who’ve had it rough
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| If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
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| We’ll pick you up
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| To all my friends who are just like me
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| Another face, another nobody
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| Lies are cheap, but the truth ain’t free
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| It just don’t mean nothing to me
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| To all the ones who aren’t good enough
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| To everybody that don’t measure up
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| Life is rough, are you rough enough?
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| It just don’t mean nothing to me
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| Got a belly full of that pesticide
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| Yeah, ain’t it cool? |
| We were born to die
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| Hallelujah, Chica-chica ride
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| Gonna fool ya with the white lines
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| To all my friends who’ve had enough
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| If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
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| To all my friends who’ve had it rough
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| If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
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| We’ll pick you up
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| Smoke 'em if you got 'em 'cause we’re not to be forgotten
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| A broke future don’t mean our hearts gotta turn rotten
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| Our backs tied to a land slide got us crawling
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| Calling out to the lost and the fallen
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| To all my friends who’ve had enough
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| If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
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| To all my friends who’ve had enough
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| If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
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| To all my friends who’ve had it rough
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| If you should fall, we’ll pick you up
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| We’ll pick you up
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| We’ll pick you up |