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He used to choreograph on a computer The way she talks is dumb She's a fake in the way she talks to them, and She upsets me, my best friend And I hate her, I can't stand her Dancers stand very still on the stage Dancers stand very still on the stage Dancers stand very still on the stage Dancers stand very still on the stage You recognise the faces but once you think past that All the elements well, they're gone You recognise the faces but once you think past that The elements well, they're gone The piece that she spoke about Was a great piece, but I wanted to rip my ears out Was a great piece, but I wanted to rip my ears out She probably spoke of something interesting but I was so fucking bored I could see her lying through her teeth and everyone just lapped it up And you heard she was my friend, well I thought so anyway What the fuck was she doing? She was there just making sounds, just sounds She said to me sounds, it was just sounds A great piece that she spoke about I rip my ears out, I rip my Songtexte They drool over her prose I hate her for it, that's not her I need my friend People I thought to be my closest- Friends have managed to rip apart All things I thought that I love I thought all of this I had next to her, in a chair Not behind her back, but in the chair sat next to her Aus Songtexte Mania