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I was leaving in the early hours of the morn' When I saw you looking back at me With those sunken eyes of scorn You pursed up your lips, you rose up your chin At your discomfort at my state I couldn't help but grin At the party you were talking academic matters Don't you know that none of that shit really matters? And none of that shit really matters Don't climb onto that high horse 'cause the saddle doesn't fit ya I'll only cast the first stone, if I'm sure that it will hit ya Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Well, you can follow your fashions You can follow your cliques And I feel sorry for you For feeling sorry for me Well, you tut your lips at vagrants' tricks But you know you do the same as them Letras de cancionesSo I'll raise a glass and I'll raise it fast To know that when your faults are on your chest That's when you'll know Your real friends Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me Ah, you're no better than me From Letras Mania