I hate your bad tattoos and your second-hand stories;
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those anecdotes that grew old last month.
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I hate the way you move when you're drunk and try dancing.
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It's not sexy.
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It's just keeping us up and I'm just not fond of anyone,
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but that's got everything to do with us.
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I hate the way I get when I can't handle bad news.
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It feels like I've been an asshole for months.
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All I've got left are these handfuls of fuck you and man,
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that's never enough.
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I guess I'm just down.
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I guess I'll be honest.
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I could use you around.
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I can't stand the dork that you're hanging with now.
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I guess I'll be honest.
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I could use you around.
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I hate the way that you can't keep your hair straight.
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I hate the way that you're leaning on me.
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I hate the way that you point out when girls are staring
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because you know that I won't do a thing.
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I hate the context clues you leave out of your writing
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because I can't find myself here at all.
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You know that I hate when you call me wasted.
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I expect it whenever you call.
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I guess I'm just down.
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I guess I'll be honest.
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I could use you around.
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I can't stand the dork that you're hanging with now.
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I guess I'll be honest.
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I could use you around.
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I could use you around.
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I could use you around now.
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My friends all say he's just a b-rate version of me;
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he's stuck on video games and weed.
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They're just trying to help me get to sleep.
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My friends all say you're sitting way too close to me,
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that I should just get up and leave.
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It's like I'm weighed down to the seat.
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My friends all say he's just the broke-dick version of me.
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They're just trying to help me get some sleep.
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I know he's what you need.
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I guess I'm just down.
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I guess I'll be honest.
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I could use you around.
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I can't stand the dork that you're hanging with now.
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I guess I'll be honest.
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I could use you around.
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Melrose Diner
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| The Wonder Years |
