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They call me the odd |
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You're the author of that name |
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I like you a lot |
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But I hate you just the same |
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I smile and take it on the chin |
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Could answer your backstab |
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With a little face slap |
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But bite my tongue 'til it bleeds |
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Trip me up |
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I know you'd like to see me fall |
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Just like I hope you will do |
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I know it feels hard |
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For your sensible heart |
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I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake |
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I push you over |
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You know I like you more from far |
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Won't drown in the middle with you |
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It's sad but true |
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I'd rather risk losing you |
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I comb your hair |
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Braid it into a thick rope |
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Add a red and white rose |
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Swirl it neatly 'round my throat |
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You see I took it on the chin |
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But gathered every sharp word within |
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Trip me up |
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I know you'd like to see me fall |
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Just like I hope you will do |
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I know it feels hard |
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For your sensible heart |
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I push you over |
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You know I like you more from far |
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Won't drown in the middle with you |
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It's sad but true |
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I'd rather lose you |
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Trip me up |
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I know you'd like to see me fall |
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Just like I hope you will do |
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I know it feels hard |
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For your sensible heart |
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I push you over |
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You know I like you more from far |
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Won't drown in the middle with you |
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It's sad but true |
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I'd rather lose you |