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I've got a thought that should be brought to the policeHere is the thing, I wanna bring you to your kneesI'm jealous of your friends and of your enemiesAnd I feel overweight and underageYou can't compete with the wars I wageAnd I, I overdo, I'm all over youI never knew where to take it toAnd I feel overweight, I feel underageIt's never random, I always land on a Brandon WalshYou've got it made, you're getting paid, you've got no flawsAnd that is why you have me trying to break your ballsI can get so childishI can get so lostAnd every time I deny thisIt's at a bigger costBut then it's like I'm forcedCome back to me againCome back to me againI only need a friendThis time I don't pretend From Letras Mania