| I got pain from my waist up
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| And I wake up and I take drugs
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| And I say stuff that I make up, like "I hate love"
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| And I hate that I can't lie, couldn't hate you if I tried
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| It'll suck for all week, then hurt more on the weekend
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| When I go out and see your friends
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| And I don't know what to tell 'em
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| I can't lie, couldn't hate you if I tried
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| I'm comin' around to see you, comin' around to leave you
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| What is the point of hoping when it's already broken?
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| It hurts to let you go and it's worse to hold on
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| But I know that I'll be better when you're gone
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| Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone
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| When you're gone
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| Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone
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| You gave me just eighty
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| When I needed all hundred percent of you lately
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| It's obvious you don't even try, you don't even try
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| I'm comin' around to see you, comin' around to leave you
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| What is the point of hoping when it's already broken?
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| It hurts to let you go and it's worse to hold on
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| But I know that I'll be better when you're gone
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| Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone
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| When you're gone
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| Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone
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| Said I know that I'll be better when you're gone |