| He was born on an average day,
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| Looked like any other baby
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| Neighbors said «what a lovely boy you have,"yeah
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| Through the years he could’ve been
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| Most anybody’s kid,
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| Never did anything to show
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| The madman living in his soul
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| Never know he was going crazy
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| A little bit at a time.
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| Hate, don’t you love it?
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| The world can’t seem to get enough of it
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| Hate, don’t you want it?
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| You love the way you feel when you’re on it
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| Hate, hate.
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| All through his high school days
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| He kept himself hid away
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| Never let anybody close
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| He was just the quiet one
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| Slowly coming undone
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| Who knew there was something missing from his soul?
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| Like a spider building up a web
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| A little bit at a time
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| Hate, don’t you love it?
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| The world can’t seem to get enough of it
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| Hate, don’t you want it?
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| You love the way you feel when you’re on it
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| Hate, hate.
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| Last night on the evening news,
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| I heard his name and it turned my head
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| Something 'bout a local boy
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| And fifteen people dead
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| He thought he was a guardian angel
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| Gonna put this world at peace
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| He was talking 'bout happiness
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| Like it was some kind of disease
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| He died on an average day
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| At the state penitentiary
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| They laid him in his grave
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| The camera’s rolled and the people waved
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| Hate, don’t you love it?
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| The world can’t seem to get enough of it
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| Hate, don’t you want it?
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| You love the way you feel when you’re on it
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| Hate, don’t you love it?
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| The world can’t seem to get enough of it
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| Hate, don’t you want it?
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| You love the way you feel when you’re on it
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| Hate
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| I can’t get enough, don’t you love it?
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| Hate! |