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Count the ways |
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That you destroy me |
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I'm not the one to blame |
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(I'm not the one to blame) |
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I had your pictures on the shelf |
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You were the one, but now you're something else. |
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I can see through your disguise |
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(I can see through your disguise) |
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Now everyone tells me how you speak, |
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Of all the awful things you've done to me. |
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And how you love how it tastes on your tongue. |
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I'll call you out amongst the crowd. |
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I'll call you out amongst the crowd. |
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Count the ways |
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(Whoa oh oh) |
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That you destroy me |
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(Whoa oh oh ohh) |
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I'm not the one to blame |
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(I'm not the one to blame) |
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[x2] |
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Get ready cuz' your life will soon be changed. |
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I'll take that pretty little picture and rearrange, |
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Everything that you've come to know. |
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Now as the page is turning, |
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I watch these pictures burning. |
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Life as you know it, has come to an end. |
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Count the ways |
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(Whoa oh oh) |
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That you destroy me |
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(Whoa oh oh ohh) |
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I'm not the one to blame |
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(I'm not the one to blame) |
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[x2] |
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[Breakdown] |
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Count the ways |
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(Whoa oh oh) |
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That you destroy me |
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(Whoa oh oh ohh) |
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I'm not the one to blame |
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(I'm not the one to blame) |
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[x2] |