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Hey boy, what you doing? |
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It isn't right |
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Hey boy, is there any reason to pick a fight? |
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Your street's filled with glass houses |
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You're throwing stones |
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Hey boy, are you throwing stones at the other side? |
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Pointing fingers |
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Trying to shift the blame |
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Sympathy for the other side |
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We're all to blame |
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Our splinters are all the same |
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Sympathy for the other side |
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Hey girl, can't you see what you're doing is wrong? |
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Hey girl, don't you think it's time we got along? |
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You say their eyes are filled with splinters, but so are yours |
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Hey girl, are you pointing fingers at the other side? |
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Pointing fingers |
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Trying to shift the blame |
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Sympathy for the other side |
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We're all to blame |
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Our splinters are all the same |
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Sympathy for the other side |
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Pointing fingers |
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Trying to shift the blame |
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Sympathy for the other side |
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We're all to blame |
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Our splinters are all the same |
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Sympathy for the other side |
