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He called himself a friend of mine |
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All he did was digging in the dirt |
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He called himself a friend all the time |
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I didn't believe in any word |
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All of the lies and the spite you believe in |
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Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief |
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He called himself a man of the mind |
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All he did was waste all of our time |
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Truly he was the blindest of the blind |
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Another sample of a growing kind |
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All of the lies and the spite you believe in |
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Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief |
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And as he fell he lordly closes his eyes |
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As always waiting for the one |
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Some helping hand - a friend of his lies |
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But this time there was another outcome |
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When he got up on his knees again |
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Crying for help like a little child |
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He raised his head and took around |
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Completely alone but still running wild |
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All of the lies and the spite you believe in |
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Poisons your mind makes you blind for the true relief |
