| I don’t like you anymore
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| And fallen for the phone again
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| Enticed me for a second time today
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| Only for me to realise the same
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| I don’t like you anymore
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| Cracked and your face is changing
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| You’re going down the old route
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| But I can’t let your repeat and repeat it again
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| The sound of your voice
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| Is piercing my patience
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| As you turn through the midnight corridors
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| Can we keep in your resent
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| Retire to the setting a hint
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| Drying in an old familiar cast
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| Twitching as I fear it’s far too late
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| Cause I don’t like you anymore
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| I don’t like you anymore
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| I don’t like you anymore
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| Cracked and your face is changing
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| You’re going down the old route
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| But I can’t let you repeat and repeat it again
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| The sound of your voice
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| Is piercing my patience
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| As you turn through the midnight corridors
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| And there’s stuff in the corridors
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| There is no escape from these
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| No offence to your trap and be your disease
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| Well you are just a something to cease
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| And you swear that you think that you tease
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| But you pout which is about
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| And your final lie can be described as fine
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| It can be described as fine |