| Well if you call this a life
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| Why must I spend mine with you?
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| If the show must go on
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| Let it go on without you
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| So sick and tired hanging around with jerks like you
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| Who’ll tell me those lies
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| And let me think they’re true, yeah
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| What am I to do
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| You want it, I got it too
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| Though the laughs may be cheap
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| That’s just 'cause the joke’s about you
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| I’m so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you
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| You’re the first to get blamed
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| Always the last bitch to get paid
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| Oh, tell me those lies
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| Let me think they’re true, yeah
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| I heard one or two
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| They weren’t about me, they weren’t about her
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| They were all about you
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| I may miss you
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| But missing me just isn’t you
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| I’m so sick and tired hanging around with dogs
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| Tell me those lies
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| Let me think they’re true
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| I heard one or two, and they weren’t about me, they weren’t about her
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| They’re all about you, all about you
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| I’m so sick and tired
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| What should I do
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| You want it, want it, want it
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| You get it, get it, get it
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| So how come I’m still in love with you? |