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I wanna get you high |
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But I'm gonna make you cry |
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You'll hate me and you'll miss me |
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When I'm gone |
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It's been a little dry |
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But still |
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I'm gonna try |
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You'll miss the stuff |
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I getWhen you are gone |
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And it's a shame |
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And I'm to blame |
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It's gonna end |
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We won't be friends |
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And when it's past |
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You'll have had a blast |
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And I'll be happy for you |
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And for me too |
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I see you touch your hip |
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I see you bite your lip |
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I'll miss it |
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When you get to movin' on |
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But when I trip |
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On them girly strips |
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They'll be just like you |
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Or any other one |
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And it's a shame |
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And I'm to blame |
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It's gonna end |
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We won't be friends |
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And when it's past |
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You'll have had a blast |
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And I'll be happy for you |
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And for me too |
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I wanna just pretend |
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But I know in the end |
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That I will never win |
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Like this again |
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But if I have to choose |
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I think I'd rather lose |
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The easy way has |
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Always been my friend |
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And it's a shame |
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And I'm to blame |
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It's gonna end |
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We won't be friends |
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And when it's past |
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You'll have had a blast |
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And I'll be happy for you |
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And for me too |
