| I know what you’re thinking
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| I can read your mind
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| In your thoughts it’s obvious
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| You don’t like me
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| From across a crowded room you can feel me staring
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| And you know that I can see how it is
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| There’s so much pleasure to be had from mystery and secret plans
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| But you don’t like me
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| 'Cause I can read your mind
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| I can see the future
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| Like it’s in the past
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| You will never be my friend
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| You don’t like me
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| I know what you’re thinking
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| I can read your mind
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| In your thoughts it’s obvious
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| You don’t like me
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| You like cigarettes, swimming laps, potato chips, Battleship, cats, and Court TV
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| You like shadow puppets, Woody Harrelson, reading in the bath, Nirvana,
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| and baseball caps
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| You can hear me talking
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| Right up till I stop
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| When I do, I’m gone to you
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| But you are always there
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| I can hear the friendly words of advice that I’d be offered
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| If I had a friend to offer me advice
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| I’d be told to let it go and that I care too much
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| But this is not about me
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| And you don’t want to know
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| I can see the future
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| Like it’s in the past
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| You will never be my friend
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| You don’t like me
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| You like Bollywood, snow machines, daguerreotypes, beauty contests,
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| and cruise control
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| You like booster rockets, cutting with a fork, Terminator 2, the morning,
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| and William Tell |