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45(A Matter Of Time) - Sum 41
Composed by：Deryck Whibley
You're something to few but nothing to me
Someone so twisted and sick as can be
It wasn't the plan we gave it a shot
You've proven a real man is something you're not
So tell me is this what the future primitive world's supposed to be
A total abomination is what it looks like to me
No reasonable explanation you can call it a declaration
A bigot to all we're sick of it all can
We all stand up go
I believe that I
Am losing faith in all of humankind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you are to me
Not worthy of a name a number you'll get
A symbol of meaninglessness void of respect
In a matter of time you'll get what you've earned
And we'll take pleasure in watching you burn
So tell me is this what the future primitive world's supposed to be
A total abomination is what it looks like to me
It's a masochist fascination a character assassination
You're the fool on the hill we're stuck with you till
We all stand up go
I believe that I
Am losing faith in all of humankind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you are to me
I believe that I
Am losing faith in all of humankind
'Cause then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you are to me
I believe that I
Am losing faith in all of humankind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you are to me
I believe that I
Am losing faith in all of humankind
But then I realize it's plain to see
That a number is all you'll ever be
Whatever you get
