I know what you're thinking
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I can read your mind
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In your thoughts it's obvious
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You don't like me
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From across a crowded room
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You can feel me staring
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And you know that I can see
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How it is
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There's so much pleasure to be had
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From Mr. Ian's secret plans
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But you don't like me
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'cause I can read your mind
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I can see the future
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Like it's in the past
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You will never be my friend
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You don't like me
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I know what you're thinking
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I can read your mind
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In your thoughts it's obvious
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You don't like me
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You like cigarettes
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Swimming laps
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Potato chips, Battleship
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Cats and Court TV
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You like shadow puppets
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Woody Harrelson
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Reading in the bath
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Nirvana and baseball caps
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You can hear me talking
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Right up till I stop
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When I do, I'm gone to you
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But you were always there
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I can hear the friendly words
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Of advice that I'd be offered
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If I had a friend
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To offer me advice
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I'd be told to let it go
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And that I care to much
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But this is not about me
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And you don't want to know
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I can see the future
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Like it's in the past
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You will never be my friend
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You don't like me
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You like Bollywood
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Snowmachines
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Daguerreotypes, beauty contests
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And cruise control
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You like booster rockets
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Cutting with a fork
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Terminator 2
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The morning and William Tell
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You Don't Like Me
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| They Might Be Giants |
