I¡¯ve noticed that you like to live your life
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on borrowed friends and borrowed time.
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We don¡¯t live that way done here,
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those bonds have formed throughout the years
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of the worst times, never the best.
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Your superficial smile and two-week old friendships
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don¡¯t impress me
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The best of you couldn¡¯t get the least of my interest.
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Things change as quick as a hit-and-run
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There¡¯s a lot of red lights between these days and the rest of our lives.
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Tell whoever that was to be careful which ones he runs.
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There¡¯s nothing left but to put my faith in friends.
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So ink up that skin and do your best to fit in.
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This is your last chance to hold on to what you¡¯ve been given.
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Cause I don¡¯t mind, it¡¯s kind of flattering to me
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watching you drown beneath all the things that you wish you could be.
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Barfight On Bedford Ave.
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Crime In Stereo |