I heard that you hate me
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You know that I do
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The words that come out of my mouth
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And the sounds telling me
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I hate you too
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Next time you should be more careful who
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You're sitting next to
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I might know them
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And they can come & tell me
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All about you
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What did I do?
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Did I get to you?
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My arms, my tears, my love, my heart
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The ocean in my heart
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The drought of my heart
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Did it get to you?
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I didn't know about your fear for the ladies
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With the guitars & the occaisional high-heeled shoe
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The look in their eyes
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Like they need you to want them
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Even if you don't want to
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What did I do?
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Did I get to you?
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My arms, my tears, my love, my heart
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The ocean in my heart
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The drought of my heart
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Did it get to you?
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Well, I didn't realize about the scrutinizing eyes of your friends
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Their high standards & high commands
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I can tell you I hate you
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You can get up & go back to bed
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But I might run into you one of these days & knock you dead
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Knock you dead
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My arms, my tears, my love, my heart
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The ocean in my heart
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The drought of my heart
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Did it get to you?
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My arms, my tears, my love, my heart, my soul
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The ocean in my heart
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The drought of my heart
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Hate You Too
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Martha Wainwright |