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Papa Roach The Enemy

But all I see is the reflection of the enemy I think I've lost my way Because I got nowhere to run And nowhere to hide I'm running from the enemy inside

But all I see is the reflection of the enemy I think I?ve lost my way Because I got nowhere to run And nowhere to hide I?m running from the enemy inside

me But all I see is the reflection of the enemy I think I?ve lost my way Because I got nowhere to run And nowhere to hide I?m running from the enemy inside

same greats, the same mistakes It doesn't have to be like this If you don't make a friend now One might make you So learn The gentle art of making enemies

same greats, the same mistakes It doesn't have to be like this If you don't make a friend now One might make you So learn The gentle art of making enemies

same greats, the same mistakes It doesn't have to be like this If you don't make a friend now One might make you So learn The gentle art of making enemies