Never thought we'd meet again
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A young wanna-be and an old has-been
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I wish I had a photo of this scene
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I've suffered through dependencies
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I still have violent tendencies
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I could sell my life to "People Magazine"
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But I don't care; I don't mind
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Just leave me alone or leave me behind
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I won't forget the way you let me down
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But I've gone underground
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So don't come any closer
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I might kick you in the nuts
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Can't place your face
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Can't stand your band
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I hate your guts
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It's just like Andy Warhol said
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Fifteen minutes and a kick in the head
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I hope you don't want sympathy from me
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There was I time I worshipped you
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But now I scrape you off my shoe
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I guess that's just the way it's meant to be
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And you didn't care, so don't pretend
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'Cause you weren't there; you weren't my friend
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In the end my only friend's a loaded gun
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And I hate everyone
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So don't come any closer
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I might kick you in the nuts
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Can't place your face
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Can't stand your band
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I hate your guts
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Don't come any closer
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Don't come any closer
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Don't come any closer
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Don't come any closer to me
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Underground
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