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SOMETIMES I THINK OF OLD FRIENDS
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BUT THEY ALL SEEM THE SAME
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THEN I SEE THEM, AND THEY CAN'T REMEMBER MY NAME
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I GUESS I'M JUST LIKE THEM, I GUESS I'M JUST A BORE
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I COULD HATE THEM, BUT I'VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE
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I'VE GOT LOTS OF GOOD FRIENDS, I DON'T NEED ANY MORE
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AND SOMETIMES WHEN YOU LIE TO ME
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SOMETIMES I'LL LIE TO YOU
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AND THERE ISN'T A THING YOU COULD POSSIBLY DO
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ALL THESE HALF DESTROYED LIVES
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AREN'T AS BAD AS THE SEEM
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AND THEN I SEE BLOOD AND I HEAR PEOPLE SCREAM
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THEN I WAKE UP AND IT'S JUST ANOTHER BAD DREAM
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(CH)
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AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF BY FEELING SORRY
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BECAUSE I GAVE UP EVERY CHANCE I HAD
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IT'S NOT A MOVEMENT, IT'S JUST ANOTHER FAD
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LIKE A CRY FOR HELP IN A WORLD GONE MAD
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A CRY FOR HELP IN A WORLD GONE MAD
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| Agent Orange |
