| I made you
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| My best friend
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| And I gave you reason to believe
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| You were emotionally sated
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| And socially complete
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| When I grew up you grew lonely
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| Now I can’t be what you need
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| I’m nothing if I’m nothing but a yes man
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| I try my best
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| I guess my best is not enough
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| And now I’m getting used
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| To getting used by you
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| So much so that I’m starting to feel right at home
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| On the whipping post
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| You’re in my bones and you’re in my teeth
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| Imperfect form from imperfect seeds
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| And in the end, I know that I can never let go
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| Cause pound for pound I know you’d let me
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| Now you made me
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| With no clue as how to raise me
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| To be a stand-up man
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| You brought me into the shitshow
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| Without a penny or a plan
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| Now I’m a failure
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| Cursed with male genitalia
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| A parasitic fuck
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| With no clue as to what men do
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| Impossible to love
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| You’re in my bones and you’re in my teeth
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| Imperfect form from imperfect seeds
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| And in the end, I know that I can never let go
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| Cause pound for pound I know you’d let go of you and me
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| I’m nothing if I’m nothing but a yes man
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| I try my best
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| I guess my best is not enough
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| And now I’m getting used
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| To getting used by you
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| So much so that I’m starting to feel right at home |