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Senseless reasoning |
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You believe what you want to believe |
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Farewell my fairweather friend |
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On you no one can depend |
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Bad times |
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Now they must end |
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Whatever you want it to be |
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For you that's what it will be |
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Honesty to you is arbitrary |
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Logic is lost in your |
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Cranial abattoir |
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Shallow |
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Empty inside |
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Sly witted |
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Full of snide |
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Bad times |
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Now they must end |
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The shutter-speed of your thinking process |
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Is small |
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Too small |
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Too full of pride |
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Bad times |
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Now they must end |
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Farewell my fairweather friend |
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Bad times |
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Now they must end |
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Farewell my fairweather friend |
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Farewell my fairweather friend |
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Bad times |
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Now they must end |
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You used to be nice |
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Now you're twice as nice |
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You used to be good |
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Now you're too good |
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Farewell my fairweather friend |
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Bad times |
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They must end |
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On you no once can depend |
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Farewell my fairweather friend |
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Logic is lost in your cranial abbatoir |
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Shallow |
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Empty inside |
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Sly-witted |
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Full of snide |
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The shutter-speed of your thinking process |
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Is small |
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Too small |
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Too full of pride |
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Lost in a storm |
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Farewell my fairweather friend |
