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 Anymore





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 They Seem


But Now 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


Another Movement


It's Just Another Fad


Like A Cry For Help


In A World Gone Mad