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Oh, God, I feel so sorry for you
It must be hard to do what you do
Your opinions suck
The more you talk the less I give a fuck
You only speak to feel important
But that's the thing, your job lays dormant
I hope your mom and dad are proud of you
'Cause fuck you
And all the cocaine in the world
Won't make you cool
And all these girls don't really like you
And neither do l
And I hate all of you
And I hate all of you
I bet you don't know my favourite colour
And my middle name, or met my mother
But you don't care and you think you own me
Guess what? You don't
Every time I smile and nod my head
I wish you'd choke on your cigarette
Then maybe that would shut you up
'Cause fuck you
And all the cocaine in the world
Won't make you cool
And all these girls don't really like you
And neither do l
And I hate all of you
And I hate all of you
And all the-
In the world
And all the-
In the world
And all the-
In the world
And all the-
And all the-
And all the cocaine in the world
Won't make you cool
And all these girls don't really like you
And neither do l
And I hate all of you
And I hate all of you
Goodbye