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Yeah he's an asshole but you know he's mine And all of your tears mean I'm doing fine Dead kids on the border they're so far away As long as I got mine today Enemies are friends, friends are enemies I love how confusion brings you to your knees Chaos on the networks, fingers in the polls What price will we get when we sell our souls? I'd rather burn it to the ground Than ever concede one more round You know I'll commit every sin If it means you don't get to win So there's a new report out today My favorite talking head tells me what to say Repeat the points and echo the lies Get a little harder from the look in your eyes You say we're selling everything down the creek But we are the strong and you are the weak You want your guy back cause you say he's bigger I'm so outraged we elected a loser! Don't wanna cry in heaven I'd rather laugh in hell Gets hotter every day I guess it's just as well This is all that excites me Shut up bitch, make me come When we've ruined everything There's nowhere left, nowhere left to run
Writer(s): Paul Furio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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