| I may hate myself, but, baby, I love you
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| You know you paint side my favorite shade of blue
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| I’m mostly made of issues created in my head
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| «I wish that I could fix you,» she said to me in bed
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| Grown used to people leavin', try not to get attached
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| With you, I get the feelin' my heart has met its match
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| I may hate myself, but, baby, I love you
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| You know you paint side my favorite shade of blue
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| You give a melancholy high
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| To the problems in my life
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| I may hate myself, but, baby, I love you
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| At least, I want to
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| I might be a sad boy but I’ve always got your back
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| You can use me like a new toy for the feelings that you lack
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| If we grow old less beautiful, maybe a little fat
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| I’d still be a sad boy, would you be okay with that?
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| I may hate myself, but, baby, I love you
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| You know you paint side my favorite shade of blue
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| You give a melancholy high
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| To the problems in my life
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| I may hate myself, but, baby, I love you
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| At least, I want to
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| I hate myself, don’t hate me too
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| I hate that I was made for you
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| I hate myself, you hate me too
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| I think that I was made for you
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| I may hate myself, but, baby, I love you
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| You know you paint side my favorite shade of blue
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| You give a melancholy high
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| To the problems in my life
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| I may hate myself, but, baby, I love you
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| At least, I want to |