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Lent you Outsidaz and my new Badu |
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While you were thinking I didn't have a clue |
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Tough to sort files, with your voice in my head |
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So then I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro Red |
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And now I feel so small discovering you knew |
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How much more torture would you have put me through? |
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You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes |
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Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes, yeah |
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And although my pride is not easy to disturb, yeah |
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You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb |
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With your battered jeans, yeah and your Beastie tee |
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Now I can't work like this, no, no, with you next to me |
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And although he's nothing in the scheme of my years |
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It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears |
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And I'm not used to this, no, no, I observe, yeah I don't chase |
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But now I'm stuck with consequences thrust in my face, yeah |
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And the melodramas of my day delivery blows |
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That surpass your rejection, it just goes to show |
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A simple attraction that reflects right back to me |
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So I'm not as into you as I appear to be, yeah |
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Although my pride is not easily disturbed, yeah |
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You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb |
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With your battered jeans, yeah and your Beastie tee, yeah |
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Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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His message was brutal but the delivery was kind |
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Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind |
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Oh, it serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks, yeah |
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Despite my frustration for the way that he thinks |
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And I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect |
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At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect |
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Didn't think you get my number down as such |
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But I never hated myself for my age so much, yeah |
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And although my pride is not easy to disturb, yeah |
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You sent me flying, oh when you kicked me to the curb |
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So with your battered jeans, yeah and your Beastie tee |
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Now I can't work like this, no, no, with you next to me, yeah |
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And although my pride is not easy to disturb, yeah |
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You sent me flying, oh when you kicked me to the curb |
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So with your battered jeans, yeah and your Beastie tee |
