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A freight train to the right feeling that sting of pride
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It's fucking with me it's fucking with you
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All's fair in love and war until you say it isn't but you're wrong
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Words on the back of flyers my clothes are in the dryer
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It means nothing, nothing is changing
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La familia is dead and gone the children grew up and moved on
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Is it too much ask for the things to work out this time
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I'm only asking for what is mine
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I wanted everything I got it now
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I'm gonna throw it away, yeah
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Prime select and a box of glazed
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Pulling fly-bys on days when we were young and innocent
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Elbow drop sundays when mark eaton got beat to shit
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Laughing at the bands we hate all the spots we used to skate
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They're still there but we've gone our own ways
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I know it's for the best
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but sometimes I wonder will I ever have friends like you again
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Is it too much ask for the things to work out this time
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I'm only asking for what is mine
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I wanted everything I got it now
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I'm gonna throw it away, yeah
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You're gonna drown in the mess you make
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Your self-inflicted hate
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You turn your back on the friends you lose
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When they don't follow all your rules
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But people are what they want to be
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They're not lemmings to the sea
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Maybe it's time that you looked at yourself
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Stop blaming life on someone else
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Lemmings
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| Blink 182 |
