You were gonna let me go
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No guts to tell me yourself
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Go ahead and rub my nose in it
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You can't fire me because I quit
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You make me feel invisible
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Well, surely you see me now
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Strecthed out on the floor of your house
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Foaming at the mouth
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With a needle in my arm
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Next to a smoking gun
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And an empty razor case
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And a note that says :
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"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
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"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
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"Dear Jack I hate you"
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I said yeah yeah yeah waouh.
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The neighborhood is gonna watch me
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As I create the great finale
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A perfect swan dive out the window
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Crash the car off the road
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You're not gonna miss me
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But you're gonna remember my body
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Crumpled in a heap in the middle of your street.
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Clean up your mess X4
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Finally you're carrying me
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Over the threshold try to revive me
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With a cold compress but it's too late
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I guess your best just isn't good enough
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When every warm embrace
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It was a selfish act
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And every smiling face
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It was a trap
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You shit
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You stabbed me in the back
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"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
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"Dear Jack I hate you. Love, Diane"
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"Dear Jack I hate you"
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I said yeah yeah yeah waouh.
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Clean up my mess X4
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Swan song
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| Juliana Hatfield |
