| 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 Is it too much to 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 and now I’m gonna
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| Throw it away, I’ll throw it away (yeah)
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| Prime select and a box of glazed, pulling fly-bys on days
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| 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 but sometimes I wonder
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| Will I ever have friends like you again?
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| Is it too much to 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 and now I’m gonna
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| Throw it away, I’ll throw it away (yeah)
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| Is it too much to 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 and now I’m gonna
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| Throw it away, I’ll 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 wanna be They’re not lemmings to the sea
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| Maybe it’s time you looked at yourself
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| And stop blaming life on someone else |