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They reduce you to somebody's partner
That something I hate
Minimize all the things that you offer
Like you're scraps on a plate
And I see you spinning around in a horrible place
Where your friends aren't your friends anymore
But we all have the cards
They're just lost in our pockets
We're pickup up change and the shit that they toss us
We all have the cards, you'll see
Don't let them bring you there
Don't let them cut your hair
Is that your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
Was I your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
Is that your friend or your drinking buddy?
First call or the understudy?
And I've got real good friends on the weekends
You've got some real good friends on the weekends
You've got some real good friends on the weekends
And then they're gone