| You can lie to me and say it’s you I adore
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| You can poison me and drown me on the shore
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| You can kick me again when I’m down on the floor
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| Give me some more
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| Give me some more
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| You say I’m desperate and if I’m desperate
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| At least I’m honest
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| At least I own it And if I’m desperate
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| Reap what you sow
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| Give me some more!
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| Give me some more!
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| She said, thanks for my misery
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| Then I said, Hell needed company,
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| and maybe a new lobotomy would
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| make easier to throw it all away
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| She said, «I wish you were dead»
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| Left me out in the gutter
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| to settle a score
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| Poured salt on my wounds
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| when my stitches tore
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| And now I’m giving it back
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| cause payback’s a whore
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| I’m slamming the door
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| I’m slamming the door
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| Cuz now I’m over
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| And since I’m over it Ill be honest
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| I think you’re heartless
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| I think you need this
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| Reap what you sow
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| I’m slamming the door!
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| I’m slamming the door!
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| She said, thanks for my misery
|
| Then I said, Hell needed company,
|
| and maybe a new lobotomy would
|
| make easier to throw it all away
|
| She said, «I wish you were dead»
|
| You can lie to me and say it’s you I adore
|
| You can poison me and drown me on the shore
|
| You can kick me again when I’m down on the floor
|
| Give me some more
|
| Give me some more
|
| Left me out in the gutter
|
| to settle a score
|
| Poured salt on my wounds
|
| when my stitches tore
|
| And now I’m giving it back
|
| cause payback’s a whore
|
| I’m slamming the door
|
| I’m slamming the door
|
| She said, thanks for my misery
|
| Then I said, Hell needed company,
|
| and maybe a new lobotomy would
|
| make easier to throw it all away
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| She said, «I wish you were dead» |