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You should win an award for your bad attitude
Three gold stars for a sour disposition, and a life-sized trophy for being rude

Now I start to remember why I liked to avoid people like you
You bring rain and a lightning cloud
Every damn time you walk in a room

And I try to remember a time
When you were my friend and I trusted you
But I'm drawing a blank in my mind
Cause nothing about you has ever rang true

So shoot me, shoot me in the front, that's right
I want to see what's happening to me
Don't shoot me, shoot me from behind
'Cause if I go down I don't want to be blind

You should win an award for all your bad advice
I finally understand and oh my god I know, your fake sensitivity has never sufficed

Now I start to remember why I pay no attention to people like you
You think you're better than everybody else, and you act so elitist in all that you do

And if I go down, I'll hold a bullet in my ribs so I can resemble all the evidence
And if you kill me, I bet no one expected this, you're the criminal you're gonna have to live with it

If I go down, I don't want to be blind
And if I go down, I don't want to be blind

'Cause if I go down, I don't want to be blind
'Cause if I go down, I don't want to be blind
'Cause if I go down, I don't want to be blind

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