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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 youre 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 youre not around
And the fact that you didnt call
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you
Not even close not even a little bit not even at all
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