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
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
Writer(s): Mich Palm
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