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i hope you come again you'll always be my friend my god my hero throwing all your caution to the wind i suck it in my days are all the same all cracked and bent and strained so what if you're self proclaimed my aim is set on your beatiful game go easy on the stars and heavy on the wars and tell it like you just don't care we're riding on the stench of your old fraternity bench a class of your own is dragging us down and you're living the life out of town you'll be glad to know my friend up there we're happy to be uninformed go easy on the stars and heavy on the wars and tell it like you just don't care and when all is said and done we're a primitive nation of one our driver's got an empty stare From Letras Mania