Hope you don't think I'm rude
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Fuck You
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Hope you don't think I'm precious
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Fuck You
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Hope you see I'm well adjusted:
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I can't stand the sight of you
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Don't wanna be startin somethin
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Don't want to antagonise,
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All I said was something simple:
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I can't stand the sight of you,
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I can't stand the sight of you.
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Don't believe, don't believe the words
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I don't believe all the things I've heard about you.
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I will be saying this in your defense:
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I'd rather eat a fridge full of arses than know you.
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And I've tried with all my might to see past
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all you failing but I've failed to give a fuck
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You're a fuck-up, you're a joke,
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You're a clown, take your pants down,
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Get fucked you fucking fuckwit
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no you can't move into my house.
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With a range of ethics that are quite perverse
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You're sitting in the centre of your own universe
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Not content to sit upon the fence, you'll fall
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either way ignoring common sense
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I look into your eyes and seen a haze
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of your twisted sensibilities and little saving grace.
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---Chorus---
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I believe, I believe the words, of your
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best friend when he likened you to a steaming turd.
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And when he said he wished that you were dead,
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It was the most intelligent thing that anyone's ever said.
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And I've tried with all my might to see past
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all your failings but I failed to give a fuck.
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---chorus ad nauseum---
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You can't move into my house
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Frenzal Rhomb |