I've got these feelings of inadequacy,
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cause you keep saying that he's better than me,
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But would he write you a sad country song.
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He might write you a love sonnet,
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Or a heartbreaking ribbonelle,
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But what good what that do you in the fire pits of hell.
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In my time of need, you were up and gone,
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So fuck you, and the horse you rode in on.
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You say he's short and handsome, with an alternative flair;
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He's got a tattoo of Limp Bizkit, and Clorox in his hair.
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But he can't play the guitar like me, or let that one blue note ring,
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As an expression of the sadness in my soul.
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In my time of need, you were up and gone,
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So fuck you, and the horse you rode in on.
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These are sad days for me, cause your new man has got me down,
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And I can't help but think about you when I walk around this town.
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I gave you my best and you took it all; I bought you rocks but you just built a wall;
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And all that I have found is that there's no tearing them down.
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In my time of need, you were up and gone,
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So fuck you, and the horse you rode in on.
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In my time of need, you were up and gone,
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So Fuck You.
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