Old Familiar Things

Well the hell with what you say

You never knew me anyway

When you meet friends out in the street

You can laugh, tell em how you got me beat

I won't tell you that I care

Or curse your name when you're not there

Thruth is I've seen it all before

And I don't have nothing left anymore

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I get by

By leaning on the old familiar things

I won't sit by the telephone until it rings

All my friends, they moved away

Nothing here to make em stay

So I followed you around

You tied me up and kept me down

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

So I hung around a little longer

Saw this coming miles away

And I ain't asking you to stay

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solo

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