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Take a sick day to recover from these past few months I could lie and wish you well, but we both know your life is hell. Head for the hills, our business here is done Forget my face, jump the gun Find your way without me, hold someone else's hand Head for the hills, stick your head in sand I won't hang my head and keep dwelling on the past Your friends my friends all know you treated my like trash Head for the hills, our business here is done Forget my face, jump the gun Find your way without me, hold someone else's hand Head for the hills, stick your head in sand From Letras Mania