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You're such a dick you make me feel like |
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I'm a pinhead |
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I've ****ed it up and dropped the ball too many times |
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But when you start to talk |
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I always get the feeling |
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You like to put your foot in your mouth all the time |
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Always complaining that you never ever going nowhere |
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It's getting old fast and |
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I try so hard to look like |
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I care Don't even realize you get an even bigger surprise when |
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I see you in hell |
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And when they kick you out |
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I know you're gonna cry - you're gonna say |
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You're sorry - but you'll still think you were |
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Right - and in the end you'll never bend or |
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Ever see their side |
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Conceited |
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You get off on pointing out other people's weakness |
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But don't realize you're the weakest one of all |
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You're living life like it's a never ending bitch fest |
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But don't know you're setting yourself up for a fall |
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Always complaining that you never ever going nowhere |
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It's getting old fast and |
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I try so hard to look like |
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I care Don't even realize you get an even bigger surprise when |
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I see you in hell |
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And when they kick you out |
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I know you're gonna cry |
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Pretending that you're sorry but you'll still think you were right |
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And in the end you'll never bend or ever see their side |
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And if it blows up in your face |
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I know you'll pay no mind |
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Cause pointing finger is exactly what you like to do |
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You'll say it was somebody else but we'll know it was you |
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Easy to read you always telegraph your every move |
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Conceited |
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We know you never reckon that you just might be mistaken |
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You're a never ending mess is surely just an understatement |
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If you could only see what |
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I see when |
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I look at you |
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Maybe you'd reconsider but |
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I doubt it even bothers you |
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You like to be the cause of aggravating situation |
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Doesn't occur to you you're being such an asshole |
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I think deep down inside you like to be the irritation |
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I want to be there on the day you pay |
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And when they kick you out |
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I know you're gonna cry |
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Pretending that you're sorry but you'll still think you were right |
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And in the end you'll never bend or ever see their side |
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And if it blows up in your face |
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I know you'll pay no mind |
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Cause pointing finger is exactly what you like to do |
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You'll say it was somebody else but we'll know it was you |
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Easy to read you always telegraph your every move |
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Every move |
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Conceited |
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Conceited |
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Conceited |
