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Do you really hate the way I tie back my hair
Do you really have to pick over what I wear
Can’t you see, can’t you see that I just don’t care
Does it just feel good to have control
We’ve been friends since I can remember
But we’re not who we used to be
Once upon a time we worked together
Now nothing I do is good enough
Do you really hate the way I tie back my hair
Do you really have to pick over what I wear
Can’t you see, can’t you see that I’ll never care
Does it just feel good to have control
How come I can’t bring myself against you
The way you did to me
I guess I’m too soft-hearted
To overthrow this regime
What crime have I committed
That snapped you deep inside?
Surely you understand
The true source of one’s pride?
Do you really hate the way I tie back my hair
Do you really have to pick over what I wear
Can’t you see, can’t you see that I just don’t care
Does it just feel good to have control
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