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You're here until you die,
you lie, you cheat, you cry.
you decieve the world into believing things
until your heart of gold turns to tin.
You were born a good person,
as a child you never lied.
you never cheated, never felt defeated
but in the end, you good as died.
Feeling empty, ain't a nice feeling,
but thats what comes of emotional wheelings and dealings.
what's the point now in crying for friends?
get it into you head,
it's too late to make amends.
You feel empty, your soul is barren
you make people who care believe
your lies, your tricks, your dirty deeds.
and when you wanted someone,
you sat and wondered where they'd gone.
You're left all alone,
there's no one left to phone.
filled with regret,
you're now the one on the outset.
Feeling empty, ain't a nice feeling,
but thats what comes of emotional wheelings and dealings.
what's the point now in crying for friends?
get it into you head,
it's too late to make amends.
You feel empty, your soul is barren
you make people who care believe
your lies, your tricks, your dirty deeds.
and when you wanted someone,
you sat and wondered where they'd gone.
Feeling empty, ain't a nice feeling,
but thats what comes of emotional wheelings and dealings.
what's the point now in crying for friends?
get it into you head,
it's too late to make amends.
Feeling empty, ain't a nice feeling,
but thats what comes of emotional wheelings and dealings.
what's the point now in crying for friends?
get it into you head,
it's too late to make amends.