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You said you thought you'd be dead but you never diedAnd now you're one of two negative particles sharing a vacuum trying not to collideHolding court with cliques and factionsan army of cheap distractions from the matter at hand--full stop.Here's your distance, you can keep itA plea for civility, a stunning facility for pettinessIf your pride's intact could you at least not act like my archnemesis for two secondsKeep your close friends close, keep your sycophants closeryou'll never lose your composure or hear a rebuttal to a plan that's as subtle as a song lick(and as sturdy as a matchstick)The oldest number in your repertoireI'm only trying to find out how hard your feelings areWell?I'd welcome a shouting matcha blow to the kidneys, an interventiona federal case, some big public disgrace like your drink in my face just to break the tensionWe all make mistakes when we're stupid and twenty-five, some worse than othersand some we regret for the rest of our natural lives From Letras Mania