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I'm not your video game |
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I'm sick of always being played |
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and the minute that you call it's like I'm up for anything |
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Well I'm a scratched CD |
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Broken, burnt out batteries |
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Like all the other girls who were here before me |
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You are fool's gold |
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you're wicked and beautiful |
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But there's nothing left |
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for you for you for you |
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there's nothing left |
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forget about the time we spent |
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there's nothing left |
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for you for you for you |
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there's nothing left for you |
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I think it's such a joke |
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how I would trace all your tattoos |
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hoping that they'd tell a story I would never hear from you |
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Well it's not that hard |
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I put together every part |
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just to figure out they never fit together from the start |
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You are fool's gold |
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you're wicked and beautiful |
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But there's nothing left |
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for you for you for you |
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there's nothing left |
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forget about the time we spent |
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there's nothing left |
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for you for you for you |
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there's nothing left for you |
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You step on eggshells just to hear them crack |
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you poke my nerves like they are bubble wrap |
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you finish every test but you don't hand them in |
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just to see how much I'd let you get away with |
