| It’s funny how your worst enemies always seem to
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| turn out to be all of your
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| best friend’s best friends
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| But I folded and I told
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| These aren’t things I saved to sink you
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| but I folded, I told
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| So draw or throw and I will explode
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| It’s time for you to choose
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| the bullet or the chapstick
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| And you are far too cute or whatever he said
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| Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great
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| I wish her… past tense my best friend
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| But I folded and I told
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| These aren’t things I say to save me
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| But I folded, I told
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| I hope she’s caught in the explosion
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| It’s time for you to choose
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| the bullet or the chapstick
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| And you are far too cute or whatever he said
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| It’s time for you to choose
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| It’s time for you to choose
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| the bullet or the chapstick
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| This is me in his room
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| This is me in his room
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| This is me in his room
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| Red, gold, I told
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| We don’t play fair
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| Red, gold, I told
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| We never stand too close
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| So I update this almost every single day for you
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| I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do
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| Go tell him how my wrist is sore
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| from pulling at your insides all night
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| Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you |