| And I hate what you told me
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| 'Bout what I think
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| That it’s a black paper
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| Written on with black ink
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| Now let me tell you one thing
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| About what you said
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| I’d rather die
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| Than to have you here in my bed
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| Yeah, try to stand up
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| While your face is nailed to the floor
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| Yeah, this is what it’s like
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| To feel what I felt before
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| But I loved you when you left me
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| Yes I loved you when you left me
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| I loved you when you left
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| Yeah I loved you when you left me
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| Don’t critisize
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| My 2 packs of smokes a day
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| You don’t even know
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| How to spell 'ashtray'
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| I don’t like your mother
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| Don’t like her one bit
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| 'Cause she says
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| Vegetarians are stupid
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| Yeah, try to stand up
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| While your face is nailed to the floor |