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| − | ===Verse 1===
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| − | In terms of pure aesthetics<br />
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| − | It's like Botticelli were still alive<br />
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| − | But as far as practicality goes<br />
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| − | I give you two stars out of five<br />
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| − | You never did mean to hurt me this way<br />
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| − | No, you never mean much at all<br />
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| − | But you weren't content to be just friends<br />
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| − | You had to go and make me crawl<br />
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| − | You know I really tried to make it work<br />
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| − | But you'd make it so damn hard<br />
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| − | ===Chorus===
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| − | You're the worst thing that ever happened to me<br />
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| − | So why the hell are you the one thing I'm missing?<br />
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| − | Must be just a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome<br />
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| − | I'm sure that the cure will be more breakup kissing<br />
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| − | ===Verse 2===
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| − | When I asked you if you fooled around<br />
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| − | You laughed and asked who cares<br />
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| − | Never thought you were that kind of girl<br />
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| − | To split those kinds of hairs<br />
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| − | When I said I couldn't keep it up like this<br />
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| − | You just fixed me with a stare<br />
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| − | You told me I could pull out anytime I want<br />
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| − | But you weren't going nowhere
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