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Every time I put my foot down,                                                            ­              
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you get ****** and start coming around                                                           ­             
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and about the time I'm on solid ground,                                                        
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you come back to claim your lost and found                                                          
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You can't stand me being on my own,                                                             ­     
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you hate the thought that I have grown                                                            ­                
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  Just like I flower I start to bloom                                                            ­                
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  till you get jealous & cut my roots                                                            ­                  
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  Why can't you swallow your pride,                                                           ­   
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  I don't need you by my side to thrive                                                           ­       
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  You're so afraid that I have moved on                                                               ­                 
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and have no need to bring you along                                                            ­            
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Let me go, you never really cared                                                            ­      
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      until you realized I'm no longer there.

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