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But now just as things change
But what do I get 'cause I just seem to lose
It's not a change of pace
You have your other friends
What do I get 'cause I just seem to lose
It's not a change of pace
When I needed you most
So sorry, it's over
Tom: Oh, that song's done. We're done with that song now. You guys can rest.
I think of a while ago
We might have had it all
I was so stupid then
You needed time to grow
As well my feelings do
In time things rearrange
I am so sick of chasing you
You make me regret those times I spent with you
And playing those games as I wait for your call
And now I give up, so goodbye and so long
This time I'll get it right
It's not a change of taste
I was the one there last night
They were there when you cried
Didn't mean to hurt you then
Best friends just won't leave your side
You make me regret those times I spent with you
Playing those games as I wait for your call
Now I give up, so goodbye and so long
This time I'll get it right
It's not a change of taste
I was the one there last night
When I needed a friend
You let me down now
Like I let you down then
Mark: Satan has something to say.
Satan: You guys having a good time tonight? I'm having a hum-diddley-doo of a good time tonight. I like poetry and flowers and pictures of unicorns.
Tom: And thousands of naked boys.
Satan: And a thousand naked children molesting my weiner.
Tom: What? Wait, what are some of the things that Satan loves?
Satan: Satan loves: unicorns, pictures and poetry, and long walks on the beach.
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