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Funeral For A Friend It S All The Rage

FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND - It's All The Rage. Why do we need this Who was it that said That great things come to men Well that fucker lied to us There

hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the stealin' The shit, hit the ceilin', little boy, with no feelin's The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a

pure escapism until I discovered its precious secret. The mirror lives, it breathes, it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own. It is a genie that grants all

robbin, the stealin (uhh!) The shit, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's (damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a