The damage done
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The lie is sung
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How long have you wanted to beat me up
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Well I appreciate if you don¡¯t act like me
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And I believe in you about this case
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If you travelled this far to spit me in the face,
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I must really deserve you calling me a fake
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Crying in despair
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Don¡¯t know what to wear
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I hated the looks they threw at me,
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but not as much as I sometimes hate myself
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Pete
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Fireside |