Testo Old Familiar Things

Well the hell with what you say
You never knew me anyway
When you meet friends out in the street
You can laugh, tell em how you got me beat

I won't tell you that I care
Or curse your name when you're not there
Thruth is I've seen it all before And I don't have nothing left anymore

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I get by
By leaning on the old familiar things
I won't sit by the telephone until it rings

All my friends, they moved away
Nothing here to make em stay
So I followed you around
You tied me up and kept me down

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
So I hung around a little longer
Saw this coming miles away And I ain't asking you to stay

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