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acquaintances |
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they don't stick around |
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i can only count my true friends on one hand |
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i'm tired |
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i'm tired of holding on |
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tired |
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tired of holding on to nothing |
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my feelings are taken for granted |
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hey man i won't leave you |
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but i'll stab you in the back |
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i'm tired |
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i'm tired of holding on |
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tired |
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tired of holding on to nothing |
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in |
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times of trouble i call |
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my friends all over to lift |
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and help me to my feet |
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and keep me free from harm |
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i'm tired |
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in times of trouble |
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in times of trouble |
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in times of trouble |
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acquaintances |
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they don't stick around |
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i can only count my true friends on one hand |
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i'm tired |
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for holding onto nothing |
