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Written by: Donnelly (© 1999 SOCAN) Lyrics There can be, only hope for me Egos have no place in this entity You come in, sadly I begin Twist the knife between your ribs to my chagrin Later on, when all the leaves are gone We'll hit the open road and try to get along Town to town, turn this thing around No one's sure why we are here it's been so long CH But I know your type, yes I know your type I know your type: slow-negative Raise your dukes, try not to puke Head to head the alcohol is running out Hostility, not hard to detect Pulling punches out of fear that you'll connect I hold you back, you try to interfere I just want to see someone bleed, someone lose an ear The night is calm; it's all a false alarm Our passive agressivity will last another year I know your type... Walk away, I can't talk to you today After last night what else can I say? Criticise all that you despise Or do not understand, that I do surmise I know your type... Story Analysis of the disintegrating relationships between band members as a band that shall remain nameless faded into oblivion. |
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