| I hate the things that you make me do
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| I hate trends, I hate the news
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| I hate the sunshine coming through the window in my room, yeah
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| But most of all I hate you
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| Most of all I hate you
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| Why did I move to California?
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| Why did I ever leave home?
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| Why did I ever fall for you?
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| 'Cause I will always be alone
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| 'Cause the house is always empty
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| And your friends aren’t friendly, no
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| And you’re living your dreams, but you can’t sleep
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| I hate the things that you make me do
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| I hate trends, I hate the news
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| I hate the sunshine coming through the window in my room, yeah
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| But most of all, most of all, most of all
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| I hate you
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| I hate you
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| And if I stop singing songs
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| Would you still sing along?
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| Would you still fucking call?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| And if I did nothing wrong
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| Why’d you ever play my songs?
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| And why’d you ever lead me on?
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| No, no
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| Tell me what I’m running from yeah
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| Tell me what I need so I can stop doing cocaine
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| So I can stop doing dumb shit, oh
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| Saying fuck love, 'cause I’ll never get married
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| Saying fuck drugs, this is way too scary
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| I don’t wanna run, I don’t wanna run anymore
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| I hate the things that you make me do… |