ah fuck
man, you were all assuming something
And I was gonna sing something
Until it got to your machine
I was gonna sing something
And I was gonna sing something
Until it got to your machine
I'll just wait for you
I'll call you back
Friday 4: 22 a.m
All my life
All my time
Oh it's got a price
Oh gonna pay for mine
I know you really care
I know you really care
All my friends they got
Old apathy in the brain
They got no ideas in their heads
They got no path that I can see
Oh, don't you think that I don't blame 'em
Don't you think that I can't save them
Don't you think that I don't want 'em
Don't you think that I ain't one of 'em
One of 'em
One of 'em
One of 'em
i know you really care
I know you really care
Hello, leave a message
No fuck that
Pick up the phone, man
[?]I
You fucked up on me, man
You're just another x, now
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