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I hate my friends. |
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That pony holy rolling girlfriend, the money she wears in her teeth. |
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I hate my friends, |
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Let me say it again. |
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Now I sit here. |
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I want a halo for my baby, |
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Now all that |
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I'm dreaming is true. |
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It's why I hate my friends. |
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I've been thinking it through, |
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Nothing is true. |
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But if you want to squawk |
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I'll listen. |
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And we can talk about the master, |
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And what it takes to believe. |
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And why I hate my friends. |
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It's why I hate my friends. |
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Oh, I'm a fisher of men. and |
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I ain't got time for a season of sin. |
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I only see your face in pictures, |
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It's all that |
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I want in this world. |
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It's why I hate my friends. |
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Oh, I'm a fisher of men. |
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And I ain't got time for a season of sin. |