Why All Your Friends Mean Nothing

I'm not, the same, I used to be.
She took, my heart, and ran from me.
Get your bags packed- 20 sac,
Here we go, we're leavin' tonight.
We'll hit, the road, with stops and gos-
Ignoring the signs and direction of home.
Get your bags packed- 20 sac,
We'll be barely breathin' tonight.
Even though you're under the weather,
You say you're not, but I'm getting better.
Oh-oh, oh!
But you know I'm not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry.
I gave, my best, when you, were down.
I called, the shots; you shot, me down.
So get your bags packed- 20 sac,
I'll be getting even tonight.
Even though you're under the weather,
You say you're not, but I'm getting better.
Oh-oh, oh!
But you know I'm not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry.
Even though you're under the weather,
You say you're not, but I'm getting better.
Oh-oh, oh!
But you know I'm not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry, now.
This is why, all of your friends mean nothing to you.
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Even though you're under the weather,
You say you're not, but I'm getting better.
Oh-oh, oh!
But you know I'm not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry.
Not, the same, when you tell me you're sorry.
Not, the same, so please tell me you're sorry, now.