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i made you |
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my best friend |
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and i gave you reason to believe |
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you were emotionally sated |
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and socially complete |
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when i grew up you grew lonely |
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now i can't be what you need |
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i'm nothing if i'm nothing but a yes man |
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i try my best |
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i guess my best is not enough |
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and now i'm getting used |
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to getting used by you |
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so much so that i'm starting to feel right at home |
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on the whipping post |
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you're in my bones and you're in my teeth |
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imperfect form from imperfect seeds |
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and in the end i know that i can never let go |
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cause pound for pound i know you'd let me |
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now you made me |
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with no clue as how to raise me |
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to be a stand-up man |
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you brought me into the shitshow |
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without a penny or a plan |
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now i'm a failure |
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cursed with male genitalia |
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a parasitic **** |
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with no clue as to what men do |
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impossible to love |
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you're in my bones and you're in my teeth |
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imperfect form from imperfect seeds |
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and in the end i know that i can never let go |
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cause pound for pound i know you'd let go of you and me |
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i'm nothing if i'm nothing but a yes man |
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i try my best |
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i guess my best is not enough |
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and now i'm getting used |
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to getting used by you |
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so much so that i'm starting to feel right at home... |