| You won’t get the satisfaction, get a rise in my reaction
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| And live in here and name it all,
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| My pretty melody.
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| And take and take and take for granted,
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| Kicked up every seed you planted,
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| You’re selfish and you’ve got the best of me.
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| So you don’t get a song, no, no,
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| Not a single note to claim your own.
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| You took everything else so soon,
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| Why don’t you just go fuck yourself,
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| ‘cause you won’t get a song,
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| No song from me.
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| No, you won’t get a song.
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| You said you were my biggest fan,
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| Of wedding bells I ain’t complained,
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| But you’re so high, it doesn’t mean a thing.
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| You took him out for sight of me,
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| I never know until it’s bad,
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| How long I just can’t let you have the rest of me.
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| So you don’t get a song, no, no,
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| Not a single note to claim your own.
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| You took everything else so soon
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| Why don’t you just go fuck yourself,
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| ‘cause you won’t get a song,
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| No song from me.
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| And I loved you,
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| And I still loved you,
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| You’re such a bloody mess.
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| But you’ve made a mess of me.
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| So you don’t get a song, no, no,
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| Not a single note to claim your own.
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| You took everything else,
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| Because you just can’t help yourself.
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| Go and get a song,
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| Not a single note to claim your own,
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| You took everything else so soon,
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| Why don’t you just go fuck yourself?
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| Do you get a song?
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| This one’s for me.
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| Never hear me, my pretty melody. |