| Hope you don’t think I’m rude
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| Fuck You
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| Hope you don’t think I’m precious
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| Fuck You
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| Hope you see I’m well adjusted:
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| I can’t stand the sight of you
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| I don’t wanna be starting something
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| I don’t want to antagonise
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| All I said was something simple:
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| I can’t stand the sight of you
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| I can’t stand the sight of you
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| Don’t believe, don’t believe the words
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| I don’t believe all the things I’ve heard about you
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| I will be saying this in your defense:
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| I’d rather eat a fridge full of arses than know you
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| And I’ve tried with all my might to see past
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| All your failings but I’ve failed to give a fuck
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| You’re a fuck-up, you’re a joke
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| You’re a clown, take your pants down
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| Get fucked you fucking fuckwit
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| You can’t move into my house
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| With a range of ethics that are quite perverse
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| You’re sitting in the centre of your own universe
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| Not content to sit upon the fence, you’ll fall
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| Either way ignoring common sense
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| I look into your eyes and seen a haze
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| Your twisted sensibilities is your little saving grace
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| I believe, I believe the words, of your
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| Best friend when he likened you to a steaming turd
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| And when he said he wished that you were dead
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| It was the most intelligent thing that anyone’s ever said
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| And I’ve tried with all my might to see past
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| All your failings but I failed to give a fuck
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| ---chorus ad nauseum--- |