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I know this guy with an agenda to his name
He calls himself my friend, but I don't want to know him, no, no
He'll be the first to step upon my wounded knee
He's done it more than times than not, every time we meet
And when I'm up, he's always by my side, yeah, sidling, sidling
But when I'm not, he's like the sharp end of the dullest knife end
My blood's his business and he's pretty successful
He sucks me dry, it's a wonder I'm alive
He strikes harder as we go
Attribute it to age and my metabolism's strike
I feel like coming back again
Roll with the punches in the morning
He whispers things to me that I already know
Instilling fear inside the deepest and the dark parts of my soul
I've gotta get ahead, I'd rather not instead
I'll just sit back and watch everybody else
He strikes harder as we go
Attribute it to age and my metabolism's strike
I feel like coming back again
Roll with the punches in the morning