Lemmings

A freight train to the right, feeling that sting of pride
 It's fucking with me, it's fucking with you
 All's fair in love and war, until you say it isn't but you're wrong
 Words on the back of flyers, my clothes are in the dryer
 It means nothing, nothing is changing
 La familia is dead and gone, the children grew up and moved on
 Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
 I'm only asking for what is mine
 I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna
 Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah
 Prime select and a box of glazed, pulling fly-bys on days
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 When we were young and innocent
 Elbow-drop Sundays when Mark Eaton got beat to shit
 Laughing at the bands we hate, all the spots we used to skate
 They're still there, but we've gone our own ways
 I know it's for the best but sometimes I wonder
 Will I ever have friends like you again?
 Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
 I'm only asking for what is mine
 I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna
 Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah
 Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
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 I'm only asking for what is mine
 I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna
 Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah
 You're gonna drown in the mess you make
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 Your self-inflicted hate
 You turn your back on the friends you lose
 When they don't follow all your rules
 But people are what they wanna be
 They're not lemmings to the sea
 Maybe it's time that you looked at yourself
 And stop blaming life on someone else