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Sound of Seasons
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Emphysema
Friends is a word thrown around these days Like it's worth nothing to anyone But I hold the true meaning close to my heart But you where do I start? I feel like I've got a disease and the air within my lungs Is constantly exhaled You're making it hard to breathe You are watching my life turn into a living hell But everywhere I go I can't get the thought out of my head of how you Think you beat me No you'll never beat me Sticks and stones may break my bones But people like you They make me appreaciate The kind of person that I am And thought I'll never let this go I'll never sinks to the lows That you find such a comfortable place to hide Take this mirror and stare back into your own eyes This is disgusting I hope you see it (And hate the person you are) Everywhere I go I can't get the thought out of my head of how you Think you have beat me No you'll never beat me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Sticks and stones may break my bones But people like you They make me appreaciate The kind of person that I am You will crumble in this world If you keep up this joke of an act (Is this the act)? That's bringing pride to your family name (I don't think so) You've got better things to be doing Work out your own life Before you crititque the content of mine I think you should take the advice Friends where do I start? Friends where do I start? Friends is a word thrown around these days Like it's worth nothing But everywhere I go I can't get the thought out of my head of how you Think you have beat me No you'll never beat me Sticks and stones may break my bones But people like you They make me appreciate The kind of person that I am
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