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I guess i met the devil, but i sure didn't know no better
You were kool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter
As i sit and i stare at the satanic glare, on the glass frame in front of your face
You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "look at yourself"
I feel like bobby brady breaking the vase

But now you're all screwed up

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You're so yesterday
Miles away
Promised myself on new years day
I'd take a bath today
And wash you away
As all of your little blonde hairs go down the drain

Your sister called me yesterday to tell me i was a loser
At least i haven't lost my mind, and at least i'm not a boozer
As i tried to heed to your wants and your needs
You were solemnly lost in space
So keep reading your books on "how to give dirtly looks"
Everytime i should be put in my place

Now you're all screwed up

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I guess i met the devil, but i sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter

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