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Well, Fuck

from Letters by Matt Reid & Friends

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Matt Reid: vocals, keyboards
Dean Gallant: guitar
Kristina Parlee: bass
Luke Goguen: drums

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Your pretty eyes lost all their charm the minute I found out
Your poor decision, lack of reason left a bad taste in my mouth
My friend was more than generous but there's a line you crossed
Do you know how lucky you were? Do you know how much you've lost?

Someone I thought I knew has gone and hurt someone I love
Do I confront them, talk behind their backs or maybe rise above?
I'm staying neutral as it's likely I'll run into you again
How can I separate your actions from the qualities within?

I seek no poetry in pain, need no more reason to cry
I see no justice in a world that shits on such a decent guy
Wish I could stitch together shattered hearts, but what more can I do?
I'll stay beside my friends and I'll cross the street when I see you

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from Letters, released December 13, 2008

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