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Acquantances They don't stick around I can only count my ture friends on one hand I'm tired I'm tired of holding on I'm tired I'm tired of holding on... to nothing My feelings are taken for granted Hey man, I won't leave you But I'll still stab you in the back In times of trouble I call my friends all over To lift and help me to my feet And keep me free from harm In time of trouble Aus Songtexte Mania