I know she told you everything
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Before she finished me
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Well you know now that it's all my fault
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Please don't take it personally
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I hate you and you hate me
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But maybe we can sort this out
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I don't know what you can say
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Your own problems aren't far away
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Maybe you should look at yourself
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Don't stand up
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Don't speak up
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Don't tell me it's fucked up now, tell me it'll never end
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Don't stand up
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Don't shoot up
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Don't tell me it's over now, just tick me to the weekend
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I know she took everything
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All the ganja I could bring
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It's always the same in the end
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You know I'll never beat on you
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Maybe I can see you soon
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And maybe we can still be friends
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Johnny Bells Greenhouse
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| Whitmore |
