///lily is dancing on the table/we've all been pushed too far/i guess on days like this you know who your friends are/just another dead fag to you/that's all/just another light missing/on a long taxi ride/and i'm down to your last cigarette/and this "we are one" crap/as you're invading this thing you call love/she smiles way too much/but i'm glad you're on my side/sure i'm glad you're on my side/still///
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