| You’ve infected every part
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| My home, my work, my friends, my heart
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| And so, I ask: please stay away.
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| And even less than two full days go by…
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| Why are you still here?
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| Why won’t you disappear?
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| Actions speak louder than all your words
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| So basically, you’re giving me the bird.
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| Yes, I know it’s all my fault
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| For feeling like I do at all.
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| So, is that why you always
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| Showed your hands all over a twinkie with no soul?
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| Why are you still here?
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| Why won’t you disappear?
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| Don’t you want all of my heart to mend?
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| Don’t you have any of your own friends?
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| Yes, my friends, they fell in love like me.
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| They’d like it all to be like it used to be.
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| And a little time would be enough,
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| Unless you don’t back the fuck off.
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| Why are you still here?
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| Why don’t you know you’re supposed to disappear?
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| Does it turn you on to see me hurt and sad?
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| Yes, punish me; |
| I’ve been bad.
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| You’ve infected every part,
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| And yes, I know you don’t want this heart.
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| Don’t make me beg; |
| don’t make me leave.
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| I can’t see you, so stop seeing me.
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| My dear,
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| Why are you still here? |