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Maybe it's too easily fit No problem seems to be as hard as before Look for me under pillows Hiding from self created anger Sucking the dust for what's left Well what do you care anyway I'm like a spare tire, who is used when the first one breaks Sorry if I'm out of style I never meant to be in your way Tell me when I've gone too far I slipped and I grabbed the first thing I could find You would've done the same I've been away for too long this time And you know probably I'm to blame for almost everything From Letras Mania