You’re the first to point your finger
The first to take
I'm sick of family, I'm sick of friends
I'm sick of
All the talk of getting results
Yeah results in stabbing backs
Taught
I’ll cup your neck like a cup o’ joe
Yeah, warm
Well the night was lost
The night was sore
Then my pockets
They're so many things to buy
Your head turns like a
So here it comes again
That self-inflicted pain
The popped cork and
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