I used a screwdriver, I couldn't find the key, I had to know your secrets, the thoughts you kept of
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me.
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I read how you resent me, you even dreamed that I was dead, you said, you thought that I'd look
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stunning, with a bullet in my head.
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Ooh, it's too bizarre to believe, Ooh, you can't be talkin' 'bout me, thats the way I have to read
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it, in your diary.
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Now we can fight if you want to, unhappily ever after, or you can just tell me, to my face, if you
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think I'm such a bastard.
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I knew that you'd weren't happy, yeah but who'd have guessed of this, to read that you were planning,
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to betray me with a kiss.
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Ooh, it's too bizarre to believe, Ooh, you can't be talkin' 'bout me, thats the way I have to read it,
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You'll probably just leave me, and I'll fall apart, might as well just kill me, why don't you finish
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what you started.
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Ooh, it's too bizarre to believe, Ooh, you can't be talkin' 'bout me, thats the way I have to read
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it, in your diary.
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In your diary, in your diary, in your diary.
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