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When I think about you, you make me sick
You're a maniac, a liar, you're piece of shit
A cynical, condescending, hypocrite
Everything you do, you make me
Make me sick
Yeah!
There's a cancer in the room and it ain't goin' nowhere
Salt rubbed in a wound, a council of despair
I wish I could care less, more than I can admit
There's no turning it off, there's just no way to make it quit
When I think about you, you make me sick
You're a maniac, a liar, you're piece of shit
A cynical, condescending, hypocrite
Everything you do, you make me
Make me sick
Wo-ah, wo-ah
Wo-o-oo-ah
Wo-ah, wo-ah
Wo-o-oo-ah
Wo-ah, wo-ah
Wo-o-oo-ah
Wo-ah, wo-ah
Wo-o-oo-ah
And there ain't no coming back from the words you vomit
A pain inside my chest that I can't stomach
I wish I could care less, more than I can admit
There's no turning it off, there's just no way to make it quit
The sound of your voice
The look of your grin
The smell of your breath
The waste of your skin
The hate in your eyes
The spite of your kin
Just goes on and on
It just never ends
The sound of your voice
The look of your grin
The smell of your breath
The waste of your skin
The hate in your eyes
The spite of your kin
Just goes on and on
It just never ends
When I think about you, you make me sick
You're a maniac, a liar, you're piece of shit
A cynical, condescending, hypocrite
Everything you do, you make me
Make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me, you make me, you make me
You make me, you make me
You make me sick
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