I used to love you
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I can't stand the sight of your fucking face
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You have helped to build
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The walls that keep me in my place
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The trust I gave no longer comforts
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The trust I gave in you've broken under
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And all that lies you've etched in your stone
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Will not affect me on my attention
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You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form
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Your neutral standpoint has left me standing alone
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I'm sick of excuses; I'm tired of lies
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I'm tired of fools like you wasting my time
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Hands of my soul, you can't control (hands off my fucking soul)
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And I hope your new friends will treat you just as well
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For all the hard work you've done to gain their acceptance
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Fuck you
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My hands are washed clean
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But I still haven't forgotten
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Your hands will never wash clean
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You will be forgotten (x3)
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Report Card
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| Boy Sets Fire |
