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Please excuse the lateness of my reply, |
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Don't hold this against me, |
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Four years long and |
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I don't need your company, |
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Please excuse my lack of will to try, |
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To hold this together, |
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I never saw the effort and you know, |
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I hope this keeps you up late at night, |
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Sinking fingers in the back bones of some guy, who will leave you before you wake, this is your song, your greatest mistake, how much eyeliner does it take? |
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To hide the wrinkles your eyes keep, |
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As the soundtrack to your lack of sleep, |
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And I know, |
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You're so unpredictable, |
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But call me |
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Mr. Typical, |
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And what's his name, |
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Or that boy you used to kiss, |
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You put up with my shit |
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I'm so ridiculous. |
