| You’re so careless, careless
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| How did you get so ungrateful?
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| You treat me like I’m a disease,
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| Oh, and it’s been killing me Chances are, you never even cared at all
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| I’m sure that you had your reasons
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| But I’ll never get to hear the truth
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| Disguised in all your alibis
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| It’s a tradition, practiced,
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| Every time you say goodbye
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| I’ve tried so hard
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| To be what you needed
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| Your imaginary enemy
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| I’ve tried for so long
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| To make you believe it That I am not the enemy
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| Slipshod cavalier,
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| I can’t stand to see those things that
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| You have taken for granted
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| Thrown away everything you’ve been handed
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| Too much all at once that’s how you got so ungrateful
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| All you saw was the burden
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| Standing beside all your blessed truths
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| Disguised in all your alibis
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| It’s a tradition, practiced,
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| Every time you say goodbye
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| I’ve tried so hard
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| To be what you needed
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| Your imaginary enemy
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| I’ve tried for so long
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| To make you believe it That I am not the enemy
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| Imaginary enemy
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh Alright, yeah
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| I’ve tried so hard
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| To be what you needed
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| Your imaginary enemy
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| I’ve tried for so long
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| To make you believe it That I am not the enemy
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| Imaginary enemy |