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I hate the way you talk to me, And how you cut your here.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate the way you stear.
I hate your big dum combatsboots, And that you read my mind.
I hate you so much that it makes me sick, It even makes me rime.
I hate the way you always right,
I hate the way you lie.
I hate the way you makes me laf, Even more when you makes me cry.
I hate that youré not around, And that you haven´t calld.
But most of all i hate the way i don´t hate you, Not even close, not even a littel bit, not even at all!
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate the way you stear.
I hate your big dum combatsboots, And that you read my mind.
I hate you so much that it makes me sick, It even makes me rime.
I hate the way you always right,
I hate the way you lie.
I hate the way you makes me laf, Even more when you makes me cry.
I hate that youré not around, And that you haven´t calld.
But most of all i hate the way i don´t hate you, Not even close, not even a littel bit, not even at all!
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