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Here First.
I'm sick of all this fronting
I am sick of all these games,
When I ask if eveyrthing's okay
And you tell me it's all the same.
Why lie, when I give you a bone to chew
Why lie, when I want you to tell me
it's through
If it's done be done with it,
Why keep me lined up behind her
Or her, or her,
Or her, or her,
I don't have time
cos I was here first.
