| When I think about you, you make me sick
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| You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit
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| A cynical, condescending, hypocrite
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| Everything you do, you make me, make me sick
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| There’s a cancer in the room and it ain’t goin' nowhere
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| Salt rubbed in a wound, a council of despair
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| I wish I could care less, more than I can admit
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| There’s no turning it off, there’s just no way to make it quit
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| When I think about you, you make me sick
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| You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit
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| A cynical, condescending, hypocrite
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| Everything you do, you make me, make me sick
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| And there ain’t no coming back from the words you vomit
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| A pain inside my chest that I can’t stomach
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| I wish I could careless, more than I can admit
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| There’s no turning it off, there’s just no way to make it quit
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| The sound of your voice
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| The look of your grin
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| The smell of your breath
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| The waste of your skin
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| The hate in your eyes
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| The spite of your kin
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| Just goes on and on
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| It just never ends
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| The sound of your voice
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| The look of your grin
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| The smell of your breath
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| The waste of your skin
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| The hate in your eyes
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| The spite of your kin
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| Just goes on and on
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| It just never ends
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| When I think about you, you make me sick
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| You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit
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| A cynical, condescending, hypocrite
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| Everything you do, you make me, make me sick
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| You make me sick
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| You make me sick
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| You make me, you make me, you make me
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| You make me, you make me, you make me sick |