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You can't always get what you want. / London here I come !

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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 rime.
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 more 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 hate you not even close not even a little bit not even at all.