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Midwest love affair, I bend when I am bored |
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Late-night-liquor-blue will lead me to the floor |
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Can we fake it, can we make-believe? |
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I'm so full of love it deeply sickens me |
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But all I could do was close my eyes and cross my arms and hope to die |
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'Cause you don't fucking listen when I'm around |
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The least you could do is take it back, all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks |
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'Cause I can't fucking stand it when you're around |
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Midwest aftermath, the rumors start to rise |
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Did I truly do the things that you've described? |
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They must hate me, every single one |
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It just sickens them what I consider fun |
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But all I could do was close my eyes and cross my arms and hope to die |
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'Cause you don't fucking listen when I'm around |
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The least you could do is take it back, all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks |
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'Cause I can't fucking stand it when you're around |
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But all I could do was close my eyes and cross my arms and hope to die |
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'Cause you don't fucking listen when I'm around |
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The least you could do is take it back, all the vicious remarks and verbal attacks |
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'Cause I can't fucking stand it when you're around |
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No, I can't fucking stand it |
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When you're around |
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No, I can't fucking stand it |
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When you're around |
