| You say you don’t love me
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| But I don’t think that’s true
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| And that time has taught me nothing
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| Then you should still come through
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| I hate what I’m becoming
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| But what else can I do?
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| Now you say you don’t love me
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| But I don’t think that’s true, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Acting like you don’t see me, you, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Never ever make it easy, I swear
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| And it’s hard to believe in the things, that
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| Don’t come around so much
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| So lost, so lost without you
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| My life is like a statue, goin' nowhere
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| Yeah sometimes I wish I had you, but I don’t care
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| I say yeah, bitch I’m from Chino, it’s never cold there
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| But your heart has been the coldest place I ever roamed, yeah
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| People tell me that you’re out there, I don’t know yeah
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| Maybe one day you’ll come down here, show you noticed
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| Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
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| You say you don’t love me
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| But I don’t think that’s true
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| And that time has taught me nothing
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| Then you should still come through
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| I hate what I’m becoming
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| But what else can I do?
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| Now you say you don’t love me
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| But I don’t think that’s true, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Acting like you don’t see me, you, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Never ever make it easy, I swear
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| And it’s hard to believe in the things, that
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| Don’t come around so much
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| Why you down so much?
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| Why you always gotta frown so much?
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| Only way from the ground is up
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| So when you gon' find your luck, 'cause in time I trust that I’d be
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| Cool, if I got myself
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| 'Cause I made it this far with none of your help
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| Nobody can admit, that they all just full of shit
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| And you’re always on your own
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| But my only question is, do you hate me?
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| I spent so much time gettin' faded (Faded)
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| Tryna forget that I exist
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| I wish I had you right beside me, to make this make sense
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| But, hmm
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| I don’t wanna say shit, 'til we six feet deep in pavement, baby
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| You say you don’t love me
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| But I don’t think that’s true
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| And that time has taught me nothing
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| Then you should still come through
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| I hate what I’m becoming
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| But what else can I do?
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| Now you say you don’t love me
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| But I don’t think that’s true, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Acting like you don’t see me, you, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Never ever make it easy, I swear
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| And it’s hard to believe in the things, that
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| Don’t come around so much |