Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu
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while I was thinking I didn't have a clue
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tough to sort files with your voice in my head
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So then I bribed you downstairs with a marlboro red
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And now I feel so small discovering you knew
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How much more torture would you have put me through?
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You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes
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or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes
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And although my pride is not easy to disturb yeah
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you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
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With your battered jeans and your beastie's tee
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Now I can't work like this no, with you next to me
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And although he's nothing in the scheme of my years
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it just serves to blugdeon my futile tears
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And I'm not use to this, I observe I don't chase
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but now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face
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And the melodramas of my day deliver blows
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that surpass your rejection it just goes to show
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a simple attraction that reflects right back to me
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so I'm not as into you as I appear to be
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And although my pride is not easily disturbed
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you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
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With your battered jeans and your beastie's tee
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Now I can't work like this with you next to me
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His message was brutal but the delivery was kind
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maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind
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It serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks
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despite my frustation for the way that he thinks
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and I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect
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At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect
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didn't think you'd get my number down and such
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but I've never hated myself for my age so much
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And although my pride is not easy to disturb
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you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
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With your battered jeans and your beastie's tee
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Now I can't work like this with you next to me
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2 times repeat
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You Send Me Flying (Cherry)
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| Amy Winehouse |
