| You’re not wasting a minute
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| You reached your limit
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| Ya we got something you don’t have, you wanna kill it
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| Look at you grinning
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| Like you are winning
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| But imma turn you 'round, right back to the beginning
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| I guess so you don’t get bored
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| You like to sow discord
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| And make people keep score
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| In arguments they never started
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| You’re always onboard
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| To fabricate discourse
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| You’ll lean back and watch on
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| As someone ends up broken-hearted
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| So surreal
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| You know none of this is complicated
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| You’ve revealed
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| That you must be feeling so frustratd
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| I see right through your shit
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| You’re bad at faking it
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| Just go on and admit
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| You’re filling a black hole
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| 'Caus you’re nothing special
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| Constantly swinging
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| You always bring it
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| It kinda looks like you can do this without thinking
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| Guess it’s a habit
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| To let us have it
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| Because deep down that’s how you’re dealing with your sadness
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| You’re so easily spotted
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| You must be exhausted
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| Ignored and unwanted
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| I don’t see how that is my problem
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| Happily twisted
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| And strangely persistent
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| You know what you’re missing
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| There’s nothing like it at the bottom
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| So surreal
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| You know none of this is complicated
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| You’ve revealed
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| That you must be feeling so frustrated
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| I see right through your shit
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| You’re bad at faking it
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| Just go on and admit
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| You’re filling a black hole
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| 'Cause you’re nothing special
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| You try to break us up
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| 'Cause you’re not good enough
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| And under all that fluff
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| You’re filling a black hole
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| 'Cause you’re nothing special
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| It’s okay you won’t be here tomorrow
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| You’ll go back to dwelling in your sorrow
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| You will wake up feeling bored and hollow
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| Then you’ll find somebody else to follow
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| I see right through your shit
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| You’re bad at faking it
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| Just go on and admit
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| You’re filling a black hole
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| 'Cause you’re nothing special
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| You try to break us up
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| 'Cause you’re not good enough
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| And under all that fluff
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| You’re filling a black hole
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| 'Cause you’re nothing special |