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Maybe I'm finally over this thing
when I see you I only see a familiar face
Hand in hand with some wanker
pushing a pram at the station
What's up hoe, what's what's up hoe
What's up hoe, what's what's up hoe
Looks like your life sucks
and it feels so fucking good
How you doing, doing not so good?
Don't say no because hey I can see
I'm (?) of the west, blind of the west
And you are fucking boring but that's alright
Okay, everyone can't do this good
And with that face you belong to a binder Ö
And with that pace you are going to have a brood
it's not special, I'd compare it to shit
I'd like to restart my disk
make some good jokes or at least boo at you
You're so fucked up since you left me
And this is your new man
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I thought you could have done better
I thought we could have been friends
I have to hate since you are so dim
Your flesh like a wizard's sleeve
I'm sure you live in a rowhouse that blinded you
You guy didn't go to army and his name is Simo Hovari
You are hoe and I'm not exaggerating
No one with little sense will touch you
Loser, a floorball player, a cap head
Oh poor girl, lost my time with you
I have hit, weed, your life is shitty
My life beats your shitty life
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