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Who's up for some backstabbing today?Man, that is way too clicheI need to write something darkSomething about a black heartDo I sound hard?Way too predictable, way too impersonalThat's the last thing I'm singing aboutYou see, you take the worst thingThat has ever happened to youAnd then the words come outIt's not fair to have to shake the hand that held a sharp instrumentForget what I just saidIt may seem like I have no feelingI took a vicious beating, no that's not true at allLook what you did, look what you're doingYou've reduced your friends to cliches and metaphorsWhat are friends for?Oh, come on, we've been through this a thousand timesYou know we've been through your excusesAll lame, irrelevant, invalid and uselessYou've reduced your friends to cliches and metaphorsFriend deduction, self destructionYou need horrible lyrics to break out your worst formBut what for these lyrics never change, do they?I could write a million songs That would be drowned out by the smoky airLetras de cancionesMaybe that's where I went wrongMaybe smoke breaks are something sacredFiery embers held to their lipsAre like sippers that are being sealed shutGotta kick your habit, gotta kick mine, tooGotta kick this out this doubtTemporary zipper smoker code gets brokenAnd then the word gets outWe all have these terrible things to sayAnd nothing better to doExcept point out all of your problems'Cause see that's addiction number twoI guess they say that life is made of these stupid racesAnd we are all rats that are danging halos in front of each other's facesIt's all true, I don't even know who said thatMaybe it was one of my prominent meomntsI have those, contrary to popular deceit From Letras Mania