| Good day, how do
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| And I send a smile to you
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| Don’t waste, waste your breath
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| And I won’t waste my hate on you
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| Ain’t gonna waste my hate
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| Ain’t gonna waste my hate on you
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| I think I’ll keep it for myself
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| Ain’t gonna give no more
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| Ain’t got the time to help you score
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| I think it’s time ya pleased yourself
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| Good day, how do
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| And I send a smile to you
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| Don’t waste, waste your breath
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| And I won’t waste my hate on you
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| Think you’re worthy now
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| Think enough to even raise the brow
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| And to laugh and tip that two pronged crown
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| I see my hands, I see my feet
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| I feel that blood that pumps in beat
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| But where the hell’s my mind goin' now?
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| Good day, how do
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| And I send a smile to you
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| Don’t waste, waste your breath
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| And I won’t waste my hate on you
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| Ain’t gonna waste my hate
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| But I’m so greedy when they say
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| (It's) better to give than to receive
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| Ain’t gonna waste my hate
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| No, no ain’t got time to waste my hate on you
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| Yea, I think I’m gonna keep it all for myself
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| Good day, how do
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| And I send a smile to you
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| Don’t waste, waste your breath
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| And I won’t waste my hate on you
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| Hate |