| I hate your bad tattoos and your second-hand stories;
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| Those anecdotes that grew old last month
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| I hate the way you move when you’re drunk and try dancing
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| It’s not sexy
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| It’s just keeping us up and I’m just not fond of anyone
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| And that’s got everything to do with us
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| I hate the way I get when I can’t handle bad news
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| It feels like I’ve been an asshole for months
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| All I’ve got left are these handfuls of fuck you and man
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| That’s never enough
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| I guess I’m just down
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| I guess I’ll be honest
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| I could use you around
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| I can’t stand the dork that you’re hanging with now
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| I guess I’ll be honest
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| I could use you around
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| I hate the way that you can’t keep your hair straight
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| I hate the way that you’re leaning on me
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| I hate the way that you point out when girls are staring
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| Because you know that I won’t do a thing
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| I hate the context clues you leave out of your writing
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| Because I can’t find myself here at all
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| You know that I hate when you call me wasted
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| I expect it whenever you call
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| I guess I’m just down
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| I guess I’ll be honest
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| I could use you around
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| I can’t stand the dork that you’re hanging with now
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| I guess I’ll be honest
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| I could use you around
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| I could use you around
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| I could use you around now
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| My friends all say he’s just a b-rate version of me;
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| He’s stuck on video games and weed
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| They’re just trying to help me get to sleep and
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| My friends all say you’re sitting way too close to me
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| That I should just get up and leave
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| It’s like I’m weighed down to the seat and
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| My friends all say he’s just the broke-dick version of me
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| They’re just trying to help me get some sleep
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| I know he’s what you need
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| I guess I’m just down
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| I guess I’ll be honest
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| I could use you around
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| I can’t stand the dork that you’re hanging with now
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| I guess I’ll be honest
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| I could use you around
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| I could use you around
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| I could use you around
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| I could use you around
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| I could use you around |