| She said that she still wants a friendship
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| She can’t live her life without me as a friend
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| I can’t figure out why i’d give a damn to what she wants
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| I dont understand the now before the then
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| Most of this garbage I write that these people seem to like
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| Is about you and how I let you infect my life
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| And if they got to know you, I doubt that they would see it
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| They’d wonder what I showed you, how you could leave it
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| A friend in Chicago said that I should stay persistent
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| If I stay around, I’m bound to break resistance
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| Fuck you, Lucy, for defining my existence
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| Fuck you and your differences
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| Ever since I was a young lad with a part time dad
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| It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
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| I studied my mother, I digested her pain
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| And vowed no woman on my path would have to walk the same
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| Travel like sound across the fate ladder
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| I travel with spoon to mix this cake batter
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| And I travel with feels so I can deal with touch
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| Its like that, thank you very much, fuck you very much
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| Yes
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| Yes it is
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| And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Yes
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| Yes it is
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| And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Fuck the what happened, I got stuck
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| They can peel pieces of me off the grill of her truck
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| Used to walk with luck, used to hold her hand
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| Fell behind and played the role of a slower man
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| I wanna stand on top of this mountain and yell
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| I wanna wake up and break up this lake of hell
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| I feel like a bitch for letting the sheet twist me up
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| The last star fighter is wounded time to give it up
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| On a pick it up mission, kept it bitter
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| Getting in a million memories just to forget her
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| The difficulty in keeping emotions controlled
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| Cookies for the road, took me by the soul
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| Hunger for the drama, hunger for the nurture
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| Gonna take it further, the hurt feels like murder
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| Interpret the eyes, read the lines on her face
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| The sunshine is fake, how much time did I waste?
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| Fuck you, Lucy, for leaving me
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| Fuck you, Lucy, for not needing me
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| I wanna say fuck you, because I still love you
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| No, I’m not okay, and I don’t know what to do
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| Yes
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| Yes it is
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| And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Yes
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| Yes it is
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| And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Do I sound mad? |
| Well I guess I’m a little pissed
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| Every action has a point, five points make a fist
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| You close 'em, you swing 'em, it hurts when it hits
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| And the truth can be a bitch, but if the boot fits
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| I got an idea: You should get a tattoo that says warning
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| Thats all, just a warning
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| So the potential victim can take a left and save breath
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| And avoid you, sober and upset in the morning
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| I wanna scream, «Fuck you, Lucy»
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| But the problem is I love you, Lucy
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| So instead I’ma finish my drink, and have another
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| While you think about how you used to be my lover
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| (fuck you)
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| Yes
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| Yes it is
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| And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Yes
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| Yes it is
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| And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
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| Leave never would you, you show could i if
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| (repeat till end) |