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I hate You so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way You are 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 that You are not around
And the fact that You didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate You
Not even close, not even a little bit
Not even at all.
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I hate the way You talk to me
And the way You read my mindI hate You so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way You are 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 that You are not around
And the fact that You didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate You
Not even close, not even a little bit
Not even at all.
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