| Don't play pop music
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| You know I hate pop music
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| Just sing the means in godless grace
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| So, don' wear bright colors
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| Oh you know I hate bright colors
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| I never like you for the way you dress anyway
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| Goodbye, lovers and friends
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| It's so sad to leave you
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| When they lie and say this is not the end
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| You can laugh as if we are still together
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| You can laugh about it all anyway
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| Hope you didn't bring flowers
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| Hope you didn't write a poem
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| Hope you remember every fight
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| Know I can be obnoxious
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| Occasionally cruel
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| But only to the ones I love
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| Goodbye, lovers and friends
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| It's so sad to leave you
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| When they lie and say this is not the end
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| You can laugh as if we are still together
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| You can laugh about it all
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| Don't get inventory
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| and don't fake your memory
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| And don't get me virtues that I never had
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| Don't get sychophantal
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| We never were sentimental
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| I know I took more than I ever gave
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| Don't need to be forgiven
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| Not now that I've been living
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| That's the only thing I ask
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| So don't play any pop music
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| You know I hate pop music
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| Just sing the means in godless grace
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| Goodbye, lovers and friends
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| It's so sad to leave you
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| When they lie and say this is not the end
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| You can laugh as if we are still together
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| But this really is the end |