| Trust is tough to find, so why’d I trust you?
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| Don’t know what I was doin'
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| Clearly you didn’t hear me say I’m one of you
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| Excuses, excuses
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| Inside them in to the either
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| You’re still onboard, pointing your fingers
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| But I got two middle fingers for you
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| Look out the window, what I’ll give you is the honest truth
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| When I say fuck you
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| I was not an Imposter! |
| Now you’re locked up with a monster
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| And I tell ya fuck you
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| I’m low on oxygen but at least I know you’re not gonna win
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| No simpathy from me, simply fuck you
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| Ooh, woops, he was a human, my bad mate!
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| Fuck you!
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| I know I was the one who sussed him out
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| But he was odd, without a doubt
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| Now I’ll fix those wires right beside this vent
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| Not what I meant to say
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| I have a card and I swipe all day
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| I never been in any vent, I swear to god!
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| «We're voting you off!"Fair enough
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| I knew you were human all along
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| But girl, now you won’t die alone
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| I’ll send us both off with this posthumous song
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| And it starts with I told you so
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| So fucking fuck you
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| How’d you like getting backstabbed? |
| Just like you did to me too?
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| I’m saying fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you
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| No one can hear you screamin' except for me, it’s sweet and
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| Just call me Cee Lo Green, cuz fuck you
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| The chips are down, the bodycount
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| Has piled up to a resounding amount
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| At least in spirit, we’re still here
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| Forget about Impostors, hope you humans hear me singin'
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| Fuck you
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| You’re gonna meet your end and then when you’re a ghost I’ll kill you again
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| Fuck you
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| Told you I wasn’t bad, but now I’m fuckin' mad, sorry not sorry
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| Fuck you |