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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
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