| Up yours
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| Stop your whine
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| Feeling swell
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| And I’m doing fine
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| Yeah, fuck your suicide
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| It’s all bullshit cuz I tried
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| And it really don’t impress me all that much
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| Up yours
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| What’d you find
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| Sit right down
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| I got time
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| And you say here comes the end
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| And you haven’t got a friend
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| And I’m standing here just screaming at the wall
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| Up yours
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| Stop your whine
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| Whatcha ya got
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| I got mine
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| And you shake your stupid head
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| And you wish that you were dead
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| And I swear sometimes you’re happier than me
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| And you know it’s hard to be
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| All the things you want me to be
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| And you go and make it hard on me
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| But I swear that anything you could be, I could be, can’t you see
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| Up yours
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| Got no mind
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| That’s too bad
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| You got time
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| Yeah, fuck your silly game
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| Cuz it’s driving me insane
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| And it really doesn’t matter much to me |