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| Out of Smiles, Toxic Memories, Sick of it All Out of Smiles Funny how we remember the things that hurt Like the time you said I was not you type of guy And even though I tried I could never find out why You never answered my calls or blew back a kiss When I aim you heart I do nothing but miss I told you my heart was yours But you told me To find love somewhere else Fuck high school popularity Youll never know how much it hurts To sit at home alone While your out with some material boy As I await your voice by my fone Well if push comes to shove You deserve so much more than that But not that kind of guy While you use me again Ill stay home and cry Toxic Memories It hurts to remember, You swore we'd love forever Well now look at us You see where weve gone I know it hurts you But its time to move on Your pretty blue eyes, and lovely blonde hair But you lack of heart, I just couldnt bare You picture remindes me, of all the fun we had Is this right? I dont know for sure But, just I could not take anymore And were was you warmth when I needed you so A list of my things, Ill never know So goodbye friend Thats all you are now But if I ever got a second chance I have no regrets I would do it all again for another night with you Ive packed up your things Ive got enough memories I love you, goodbye Kiss one last time beneath this gleaming sky Sick of it All Ever wake up in a pissy mood But can't point blame at anything or anyone There's no definition and no explanation Because I'm just sick of it all The kinda day when nobody watches you back And it seems like everybody's scheming against you But it's not my enemies that I fear Because only a friend can stab me in the front -chorus- I'm sick of my mother, sick of my father Sick of your boyfriend, sick of my best friend Sick of you people, sick of nostalgia I'm just fucking sick of it all It's the feeling that everybody's testing your nerve And nobody understands you But its ok, Ill make to tomorrow The only thing standing in my way Is today -chorus- I'm sick of my mother, sick of my father Sick of your boyfriend, sick of my best friend Sick of you people, sick of nostalgia I'm just fucking sick of it all -all songs written by 6th street high
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