Well I just thought about you
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And all the things you do
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How you're a friend of mine and got stabbed in the back
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Taking what belongs to you
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Now you're less talkative when I'm around
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And something is not right
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The things you said before
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When you go out the door
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Don't forget who your friends are
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so now you're either with me or against me
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and now you're really showing yourself
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well how am I supposed to think good ofyou
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when all you do is raise all this hell?
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Right about now you can do your best
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(like all the rest)
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Right now you're rolling your eyes
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And you're talking some shit
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To all the friends that you're with
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Well I have no more to say
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Except stay away
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And just leave me along because you don't understand
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One fucking thing about friends
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so now you're either with me or against me
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and now you're really showing yourself
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well how am I supposed to think good of you
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when al you do is raise all this hell?
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So what now?
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So What
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No Motiv |