| Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
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| Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
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| I hate all the things that I love
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| I love this whole bottle of NyQuil
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| I never can get enough
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| I keep my main girl on the side still
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| I took two more, don’t judge me
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| I used to hope everyone loved me
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| Now I could just give a fuck
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| I hate all the things that I love
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| I hate all the things that I love
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| I love this whole bottle of Jameson
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| I love all the things that don’t make sense
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| Like I love you
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| So I love all the things that I hate
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| It would be better if you moved away
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| Maybe somewhere with clouds and more rain
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| Where you don’t know me 'cause you don’t know me anyway
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| Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
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| You don’t know me anyway
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| Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know
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| I hate all the things that I love
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| I don’t really know what to tell you
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| I’m not gonna break out this shell
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| For you in this little hotel room
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| 'Cause I know when you look at me
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| That you just see something to gain, girl
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| You don’t know who I have become
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| Don’t call me my government name, girl
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| I can see where this is headed, hey
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| You’re already fading away in my mind
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| Your mouth is not moving, it’s saying it’s fine
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| But I know that I cannot make up the time
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| For all the hurt that your daddy put on you
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| I’d rather take a Caddy to Atlanta and slide through
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| To Little Ronny’s house, I’d pretend I’m Bill Bellamy
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| Hit up 2 Chainz (2 Chainz!), I’ll prolly sell a beat
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| You’ve never met a man like me, I don’t fit in your plan (tell 'em!)
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| I’m a multi-millionaire that’s livin' in a van
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| And I am not your husband, not your boyfriend, not your man
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| I am simply somethin' I don’t think you understand, no one
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| Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one (no one)
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
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| Nobody knows, nobody knows, no one (no one)
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| You’ll never know, you’ll never know me, hon
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| Part II
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| Oh-oh, yeah
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| Oh-oh, yeah
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| I hate all the things that I love
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| I wanna believe in religion
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| But nobody reminds me of God
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| I wanna believe in what I hear and what I read
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| But it mostly reminds me I’m lost
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| I wanna believe that when I fuck it’s romantic
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| But no lovers remind me of love
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| I hate all the things that I love
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| And I need to believe in moderation
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| 'Cause believers believe in too much
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| I learned to lie
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| I learned to lie when I was younger
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| Tell me somethin' true
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| Tell me somethin' true
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| Oh, tell me somethin' true
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| Tell me somethin' true
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| This whole fuckin' thing is a front
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| The beard, the love and the cameras
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| I’ve kept it all up for years
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| Now I don’t have too much more stamina
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| And I haven’t been this depressed
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| Since sophomore year in my trenchcoat
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| Silently screamin' out
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| «Why the fuck I gotta ride this bench, coach?»
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| Females beware, I’m reckless, I’m loose
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| My smile is my makeup, my necklace is my noose
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| And I know all the words that you’re tryin' to hear
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| The same three ones that got me hidin' in fear
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| Are they I love you? |
| There, is that enough?
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| But don’t say I never warned you
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| I hate all the things that I love
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| Oh-oh, yeah
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| Oh-oh, yeah
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| Oh-oh, yeah
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| Oh-oh, yeah |