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Farewell my fairweather friend.
Senseless reasoning.
You believe what you want to believe.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
On you no one can depend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Whatever you want it to be, for you that's what it will be.
Honesty to you is arbitrary.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Shallow, empty inside.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
Bad times, now they must end.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Too full of pride.
Bad times, now they must end.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x2)
Bad times, now they must end.
You used to be nice, now you're twice as nice.
You used to be good, now you're too good.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x2)
Bad times, now they must end.
Used to be nice, now you're twice as nice.
Used to be good, now you're too good.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times - they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Shallow, empty inside.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Too full of pride.
Lost in a storm.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Bad times - they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x4)
(end of song is "fff" backwards x3)
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(end of song is "fff" backwards x3)
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x4)
On you no one can depend.
Bad times - they must end.
Bad times, now they must end.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Lost in a storm.
Too full of pride.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
Shallow, empty inside.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
On you no one can depend.
Bad times - they must end.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Used to be good, now you're too good.
Used to be nice, now you're twice as nice.
Bad times, now they must end.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x2)
You used to be good, now you're too good.
You used to be nice, now you're twice as nice.
Bad times, now they must end.
Farewell my fairweather friend. (x2)
Bad times, now they must end.
Too full of pride.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Bad times, now they must end.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
Shallow, empty inside.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Honesty to you is arbitrary.
Whatever you want it to be, for you that's what it will be.
Bad times, now they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
You believe what you want to believe.
Senseless reasoning.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
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