Bid farewell to those guys
They're so debonair with golden rings
Dug us knee deep in lies
But the more we ignore them, the less it stings
We will see no evil
If we don't open our eyes
So let's pretend before we're bored
And inches turn to miles or more
We attacked
There are fruits of labor
And there are pieces rotting over again
But in our worst behavior
You will always be my greatest friends
We will see no evil
If we don't open our eyes
So let's pretend before we're bored
And inches turn to miles or more
We attacked
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