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Nice guys finish last You're running out of gas You're sympathy will get you left behind Sometimes you're at your best When you look the worst Do you feel washed up Like piss going down the drain Pressure cooker pick my brain And tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke can have its truth And now the joke's on you I never knew you were such a funny guy Oh, nice guys finish last When you are the outcast Don't pat yourself on the back You might break you're spine Living on command You're shaking lots of hands Kissing up and bleeding all your trust Taking what you need Bite the hands that feeds You kill your memory (Grazie a Silvia Joey P. per questo testo) From Letras Mania