now you look at youself
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with your cruel eyes
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and you don't like what you see
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you don't like what you are
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and your smile is a crime
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because you know
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how true it is
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that everything else was too important
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and you never said, that you love her
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and now she makes you feel
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you ever could
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what it was, what it was
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is simply a good thing in yor life
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what it was, what it was
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probably
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you ain't surprised
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to find out
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you need her more than ever
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don't wanna say to her face
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'i'm gonna change my atitude
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because you know
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you hate yourself
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like no one else when you lie
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don't want to feel like that again
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don't want to feel like that again
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Nincompoop
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| Lovebugs |
