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| I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh even worse when you make me cry I hate it when you're not around and the fact you didn't call But mostly I hate the way I don't you Not even close, not even a little bit not even at all |
| "I hate...." |