Get out I wont even listen
I cant hear a single word you say
Enough of your intimidation
Dont tell me bout the price I pay
Take off dont want your kind of trouble
Dont wanna see you hangin round my place
Its late and heres the situation
I never wanna see your face
You just drag me down
And Ive got the scars to show
I think you oughta know
You got the best of me
Mister Friendly
You got the best of me
Dont ask cant promise any favors
Dont want to owe you in anything again
Bad luck its your occupation
Cant you see you are your own worst friend
Im gone the masquerade is over
Im cashin in the silver tray
So long I cant buy this evil game you play
You just drag me down
And Ive got the scars to show
I think you oughta know
Hes standing in your way
You smile like its okay
Knowing youll show him somehow
Youre running out of time
Too late to change your mind
No one can save you now
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