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Letters you once wrote
Are too painful now to read
It was long ago
And it's easy now to see
That we did not belong
In the same room, in the same bed
And we couldn't get along
In the same room, in the same bed

Your picture makes me sick
It used to turn me on
Your picture makes me think
How glad I'm you're gone
You behaved like such a prick
And now your picture makes me sick
And it used to turned me on

Feelings buried deep
I thought I'd worked it out
Bitterness remains
And that's the reason why I left your town
Cause we did not belong
In the same room, in the same bed
And we couldn't get along
In the same room, in the same bed

Your picture makes me sick
It used to turn me on
Your picture makes me think
How glad I'm you're gone
You behaved like such a prick
And now your picture makes me sick
And it used to turned me on

Looking back from here today
You were so full of shit
I'm glad I got away

Your picture makes me sick
It used to turn me on
Your picture makes me think
How glad I'm you're gone
You behaved like such a prick
And now your picture makes me sick
And it used to turned me on

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