Sometimes i think of old friends
But they all seem the same
Then i see them, and they can't remember my name
I guess i'm just like them, i guess i'm just a bore
I could hate them, but i've never done that before
I've got lots of good friends, i don't need any more
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And sometimes when you lie to me
Sometimes i'll lie to you
And there isn't a thing you could possibly do
All these half destroyed lives
Aren't as bad as the seem
And then i see blood and i hear people scream
Then i wake up and it's just another bad dream

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And i can't help myself by feeling sorry
Because i gave up every chance i had
It's not a movement, it's just another fad
Like a cry for help in a world gone mad