Our friendship has a white flag
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I’ll surrender if that’s what it takes
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But I’ll never admit defeat
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If that’s the road then you have the map
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You and I mean way less to me than anything
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In the isolation of the thoughts and judgments
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And whatever happens to be spewing out of your dependency jail
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There’s a slow dance soiree of trouble and you threw the party
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We’re all doused in gasoline with no fear of flame
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Well there’s a lot of things that can start a fire
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I hope you’re satisfied because we all know that it’s the last thing
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That I’ll hide and it’s the last that you can expect
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No! You make your own damn mistakes!
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The Lash Whistled Like A Singing Wind
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| Norma Jean Band |
