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Don't pretend that you don't know me |
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If you mean to offend me then you're doing pretty well |
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And how convincingly you've shown me |
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That the love I thought was built to last is now an empty shell |
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Things can only get better |
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What's around the corner, who can tell? |
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I'll build a little place just north of heaven |
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I'm kinda tired of living south of hell |
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Don't assume you can ignore me |
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You'd best bite your lip in case I make it after all |
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And how contemptuously you've shown me |
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That all my aspirations were so paltry and so small |
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Things can only get better |
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What's around the corner, who can tell? |
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I'll build a little place just north of heaven |
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I'm kinda tired of living south of hell |
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Some mother's talking 'bout Guns 'n' Roses |
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As if I give a fuck, at best I think they suck |
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I'm too preoccupied with my memories |
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Not non-entities |
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Things can only get better |
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What's around the corner, who can tell? |
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I'll build a little place just north of heaven |
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I'm kinda tired of living south of hell |
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I'm kinda tired of living south of hell |
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I'm kinda tired of living |