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Spitalfield // Fairweather Friend
And you'll choke on those words;
No one can swallow that much pride,
And my contentions all ring true.
Every word you said was a lie,
And I thought we were friends,
but you changed that in time.
You're too caught up in the trends,
With your ego on the line.
You played the role until I called you out,
And I really hope you listened.
Don't feed me that line.
I'm waiting for something that you'll never give.
Never again.
And this music will end,
And you'll move on to the next dying trend.
You're my fairweather friend,
And the signals that you send get mixed too easily
Another day like this could be the end of me.
You played the role until I called you out,
And I really hope you listened.
I really hope you change things this time.
Don't feed me that line.
I'm waiting for something that you'll never give.
Never again....
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