| You had your own Pete Wentz and Patrick combined
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| Writing you songs and singing them all like
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| Every single day
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| Tour brings that special pain
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| So fuck yourself and fuck your feelings
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| I believe, but not in you and me, so
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| So fuck yourself and fuck your feelings
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| I believe, but not in you and me, so
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| I'd unfuck you if I could, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| I'd unlove you like I should have
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| Months before I did
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| In the months before I split
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| It's turbulent, turbulent
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| I'd unfuck you if I could, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| I'd unlove you like I should have
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| Months before I did
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| In the months before I split
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| It's turbulent, turbulent
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| You had your own Awsten Knight (Hi)
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| He texted back fast, and he made you laugh, yeah, yeah
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| You must be out of your mind
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| Well, I know you are
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| Let's see, where to start?
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| How about the messages that you still send?
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| Even though I blocked your number
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| And I never fucking answer
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| My anxiety was turbulent and permanent
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| You gave me hell on Earth
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| And said to work with it
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| So fuck yourself and fuck your feelings
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| I believe, but not in you and me, so
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| So fuck yourself and fuck your feelings
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| I believe, but not in you and me, so
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| I'd unfuck you if I could, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| I'd unlove you like I should have
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| Months before I did
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| In the months before I split
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| It's turbulent, turbulent
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| I'd unfuck you if I could, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| I'd unlove you like I should have
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| Months before I did
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| In the months before I split
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| It's turbulent, turbulent
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| You had a taste of the life
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| But you grew complacent
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| And my sanity laced itself
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| Up in the back of your mind
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| And that's where you left me to die |