June
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I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick It even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all
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