| So dear, so me, so evil you
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| So we are so through
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| There’s no need, it’s over, me and you
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| I want you back
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| Sometimes I do
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| I want you
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| I need you back
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| I want you, boo
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| I want you back
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| I want you, boo
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| Though we ain’t loving
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| We ain’t fucking
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| We ain’t through
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| I want you back
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| I want you back
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| I want you back
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| Sometimes I want you back just to adore you
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| But mostly I just want to destroy you
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| Store you, and call you Murphy as a nickname
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| Wipe the floor with you, you’re addicting, dick thing
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| Insane to explain, I know it might sound callous
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| Careless, sadist, I’m a damn lady
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| My fair Jeanie ran on planes in Spain daily
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| Clearly, I’m fairly well-versed in fuckery
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| I should fuck you up for breaking up with me
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| Stain your frame of painted veins I bust with cutlery
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| It’s such a shame that you think you’re an accessory
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| You’re so fucking pedestrian, especially when you’re next to me
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| Excuse me, sounding too imposing
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| Fuck it, I’m first class -- I never said I was into coaching
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| You should listen closely, thinking the song’s about you
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| It is -- you, him, him, and him mostly
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| Don’t choose bad; |
| at times, my choices do betray me
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| Belaboring the point, yeah, maybe I’m sort of faded
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| «I'll maybe call you later, baby»; |
| Lord, you’re hated
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| But Lord, of course I’m motivated, low-key hatred
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| Sleeping neighbors choose euthanasia
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| Stay together, trooping through the universe forever
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| I’d rather not be two sedated dapper cadavers
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| I’d rather feel the pain and tell you never feel embarrassed
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| It ain’t baggage -- I claim baggage like a name tag
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| It ain’t marriage if the gain came through the same fabric
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| Insane to remain average, I can’t have it
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| My main habit’s to change, it creates havoc
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| You can’t fathom a love/hate relation, well
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| Yes you can, guess again -- you’ve been aceing them
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| Replacing them with lying to yourself or fifty pacing them like
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| Let’s get through it, baby
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| And maybe I’m crazy then for being blunt
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| I know what I deserve, know what I want
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| I know that we could never really be a pair
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| I know that sometimes I still want you there
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| I might not like you, our connection’s rare
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| I might just spite you, you’re never there
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| I like revenge, I love love
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| I’m still evolving, that’s some shit that Jean is not above |