What I want from you, is empty your head. They say be true, we do what we need to be free. And it leans on me like a rootless tree. So f... you, f... you, f... you and all we've been through. I said leave it, leave it, leave it. It's nothing to you. And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good that you can let me out.
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