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You cheat, you lie, you talk about my friends
To my face, their back, when will it ever end?
Why you wannabee a face in my crowd
Why you gotta be a face in my crowd?
You come around the show on the weekend
I don't like your hair, your clothes, or your girlfriend
Why you wannabee a face in my crowd
Why you gotta be a face in my crowd?
I didn't call you up
Wannabee
I didn't call you up
Wannabee
I didn't call you up
Wannabee
I shudder when i think of all the heartache you embrace
I used to know your crowd, your position and your place
You know i had to laugh when you said you lost your faith
You had nothing to lose
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