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Come get you shit out of my apartment |
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Your dirty laundry too |
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That piece of crap car, I tried to start it |
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Everything you've touched I'll trash |
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I've already washed you out my red satin sheets |
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That's what you get when you cheat |
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So bite me, you creep |
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But what do I, what do I |
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What do I do about this tattoo? |
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Oh, what do I, what do I |
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What do I do about this tattoo? |
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Everyone always asks me about it (what is that?) |
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It seemed so sweet at the time |
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You tattooed that loser's name on your arm? |
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My mom, she told me that I'd be sorry |
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What are you, retarded?, what's wrong with you? |
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For once, I'll admit, she was right |
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Technically there's finally no forever with you |
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I don't know what you were thinking about Kesha |
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Really, You're outta my life, the ink has dried |
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What did I say? |
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Now what do I, what do I |
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What do I do about this tattoo? |
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Oh, what do I, what do I |
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What do I do, what can I turn it into? |
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Maybe I can take the E |
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And turn it into a tree |
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Or maybe I can take the heart |
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And turn it into some sort of tribal art |
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Or just find someone with the same name |
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Who isn't so lame, La La, who isn't so lame |
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La La La La La, who isn't so lame |
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With the same name who isn't so lame |
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La La La La La, who isn't so lame |
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What do I, what do I |
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What do I do about this tattoo? |
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Oh, what do I, what do I |
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What do I do about this tattoo? |
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But what do I, what do I |
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What do I do, with the same name |
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Oh, what do I, what do I |
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What do I do? |