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I used to want you |
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Now I want to make you nervous |
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Now I want to make you hate |
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Now I want to make you crazy |
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So that we can still relate |
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And we could get drunk all night |
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And in the morning ride your |
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Motorcycle through the dirt road |
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Countryside |
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Like we used to do |
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I used to need you |
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Now I need to fuck up your life |
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Cause you pain and strife |
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Stab you in the heart |
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With a rusty knife |
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Then maybe you'd still be a |
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Skitzed out freak and maybe |
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You'd still like me |
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And at least you'd still be interesting |
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I used to |
