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