Some people love shoes of certain kinds
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Some people love afternoons or the way the moon shines
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And they have their own reasons to feel the way they do
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That's why I ask myself - what it is with you?
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Is there something wrong with the way I speak?
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Do you even see me when I pass you on the street?
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I'll close my eyes and let it be
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Because I just can't see why you love to hate me
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Some people love weekends because they can fool around
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Some people love thunderstorms because of how the drops of rain fall down
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And they have their own reasons, whatever they may be
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That's why I think it's kind of funny that you don't have one for me
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Is there something wrong with the way I speak?
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Do you even see me when I pass you on the street?
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I'll close my eyes and let it be
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Because I just can't see why you love to hate me
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And it sucks to face the truth that I ain't got no reasons too
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Never asking for questions why I feel the way I do
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And I know it's stupid on my part to say that I love you
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Even though I know you hate me and you don't know why you do
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Is there something wrong with the way I speak?
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Do you even see me when I pass you on the street?
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I'll close my eyes and let it be
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Because I just can't see why you love to hate me
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Sampip
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Parokya Ni Edgar |