| If you want something broke
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| You better give it to me
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| Got away of disappointing
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| That you wouldn’t believe
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| I can take a good intention
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| And turn it on its head
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| I can make you pray to God
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| And wish we’d never met
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| Nobody knows
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| Where this razor has been
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| If you want something broke
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| Better give it to me
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| Because I can make you hurt
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| I can take you down so low
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| I’ll make you want to cry
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| I can make you say goodbye
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| I can make you hurt
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| I can take you down so low
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| And then you’ll know that maybe
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| You’d be better off when I’m not around
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| You’d be better off with somebody else
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| So put me back on the shelf
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| See I’m the kind of person
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| Who can barely be loved
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| Now that I love you
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| I’m afraid it’s too late
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| If you get too close
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| I’ll only push you away
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| Cause I can make you hurt
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| I can take you down so low
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| I’ll make you want to cry
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| I can make you say goodbye
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| I can make you hurt
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| I can take you down so low
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| And then you’ll know that maybe
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| You’d be better off when I’m not around
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| I was better lost before I was found
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| I’ve got a history of misery
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| So baby listen to me
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| Put me back on the shelf
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| And give this pain to somebody else
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| Cause I can make you hurt
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| I can take you down so low
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| I’ll make you want to cry
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| I can make you say goodbye
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| I can make you hurt
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| I can take you down so low
|
| And then you’ll know that, maybe
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| You’d be better off when I’m not around
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| I can make you cry
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| I can make you say goodbye
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| I can make you hurt
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| I can take you down so low
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| And then you’ll know that, maybe
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| You’d be better off when I’m not around |