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Ce titre est extrait de l'album : Dude Ranch

Année de sortie : 1997  |  Label : MCA A freight train to the right
Feeling that sting of pride
It's f***ing with me,
It's f***ing with you
All's fair in love and war
Until you say it isn't
But you're wrong
Words on the back of flyers,
My clothes are in the dryer
It means nothing,
Nothing is changing
La familia is dead and gone,
The children grew up and moved on

Is it too much to ask
For the things to
Work out this time?
I'm only asking
For what is mine
I wanted everything,
I got it and now I'm gonna
Throw it away,
I'll throw it away (yeah)

Prime select and a box of glazed,
Pulling fly-bys on days
When we were young and innocent
Elbow-drop Sundays when
Mark Eaton got beat to sh*t

Laughing at the bands we hate,
All the spots we used to skate
They're still there, but
We've gone our own ways
I know it's for the best but
Sometimes I wonder
Will I ever have friends
Like you again?

Is it too much to ask for
The things to
Work out this time?
I'm only asking
For what is mine
I wanted everything,
I got it and now I'm gonna
Throw it away,
I'll throw it away (yeah)

Is it too much to ask
For the things to
Work out this time?
I'm only asking
For what is mine
I wanted everything,
I got it and now I'm gonna
Throw it away,
I'll throw it away (yeah)

You're gonna drown
In the mess you make
Your self-inflicted hate
You turn your back on
The friends you lose
When they don't
Follow all your rules

But people are
What they wanna be
They're not lemmings
To the sea
Maybe it's time you
Looked at yourself
And stop blaming life
On someone else

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