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I got to think of something to make you think less
Of me, that I am nothing
To hold on to 'cause we are through
I dislike you
I wish that you could hate me
Then things would be so easy
Just get me off your mind
If the bitch would have a son
Then I would be the one, so hate me
Geese, flying from the winter
That's what I should do, do, do or become a sprinter
And run away 'cause we are through
I dislike you
I wish that you could hate me
Then things would be so easy
Just get me off your mind
If the bitch would have a son (if the bitch would have a son)
Then I would be the one
I am being mean (I am being mean)
Like no one ever been, no
Just hate me
Just hate me
I wish that you could hate me
Then things would be so easy
Just get me off your mind
I wish that you could hate me
Then things would be so easy
Just get me off your mind
If the bitch would have a son
Then I would be the one, so hate me
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