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