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fucking with me it's fucking with you all's fair in love and war utnil you say
it isn't but you're wrong 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 ask for the things to work out this time
i'm only asking for what is mine i wanted everything i got it now i'm gonna
throw it away 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 agian you're gonna drown in the mess
you made you're 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 want to be
they're not lemmings to the seat maybe it's time that you looked at yourself
stop blaming life on someone else