| I wish that you would fuck one of my friends in our bed
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| And tell me after how she is the best you’ve ever had
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| I know it must sound cruel, but it’s what you’ve got to do
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| Oh, for me to get over you
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| So, crash my car and burn all of my clothes and say you’ll meet me
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| Then leave me outside in the cold and go deceive me
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| Rip my heart out my chest until there’s nothing left
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| Oh, I’ll, I’ll still think you’re the best
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| I wish that I could hate your guts
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| I wish that I could say you’re a fucker
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| Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
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| Wreck my life, that’s what I want you to do
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| For me to get over you
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| Bring her to my gig and you can kiss her in the front row
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| Then after make me cry and say if I died, there’d be no more troubles
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| Take her on holiday to my favourite place
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| Oh, yeah, rub it in my face
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| Then maybe I could hate your guts
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| And I wish I could say you’re a fucker
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| Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
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| Wreck my life, that’s what I want you to do
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| For me to get over you
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| Over you
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| 'Cause all the time we’re friends
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| I just can’t see the end
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| I wish that I could hate you, yeah, I really do
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| I wish that I could hate your guts
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| I wish that I could say you’re a fucker
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| Oh, so twist the knife, cut me loose
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| Wreck my life, that’s what I want you to do
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| For me to get over you
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| (I just wanna get over you)
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| Over you, you
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| (I just wanna get over you)
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| Oh, twist the knife, cut me loose
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| Wreck my life, that’s what I want you to do
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| For me to get over you |