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You remind me of
 A version of myself
 That never learned
 To self reflect
 Passive aggression is your route of choice
 I think you like being mad
 Oh you do, it's kinda sick
 So hold your breath
 Take a sip of water
 Count to ten
 Think of your happy place
 God I hope you look back at this and laugh half as hard as I am now
 It used to get to me
 But I'm past that now
 Tag yourself we all know who that was about
 I'd jump right in but 140 characters isn't enough to say what I think
 And I think we should all try to grow the fuck up
 Say it to my face, I know it can be hard
 After all I can relate, petty is my
 Middle name
 My middle name
 I don't like the taste of soap
 But I learned to scrub my tongue
 You ought to try it
 But that's not your style
 Those words, you like the way they taste when they leave your mouth
 How they won't go bland
 And they'll get you what you what you want, every time
 They'll get you what you want
 

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Duration
02:22
Key
2
Tempo
125 BPM

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