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To all you backstabbing cut throats And your overgrown egos You’ll get yours tomorrow Don’t beg, plead, or borrow Tonight You’ll See Just Where You’ll Be To know your all alone Dirty glasses on the floor Memories, nothing more Acquaintances as we pass by Shake my hand again this time From where I’m standing your not going anywhere We might not be punk enough, but we’re too punk to care Maybe I’ll never understand When there’s no rhyme, no reason for the things we never said And the skeletons in our closets are all but dead Dirty glasses on the floor Memories, nothing more Acquaintances as we pass by Shake my hand again this time From Letras Mania