| Yeah, I know you’re a little messed up
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| They all say you’re damaged goods, baby
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| This is what they thought
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| She can’t stand you
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| He can’t stand you
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| They can’t stand you
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| And I can’t stand being apart
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| Every time I introduce you
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| You always find a way to make them think that you’re rude
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| Not the type to act too normal;
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| Combat boots and dirty hair don’t add up to «cool.»
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| It’s not enough
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| It’s not enough
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| Your edge is rough and there’s no hiding the truth
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| They’re all asking, «Is he sober?»
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| Bloodshot eyes, but this is what I tell them
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| About you…
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| About you…
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| Yeah, I know you’re a little messed up
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| They all say you’re damaged goods, baby
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| This is what they thought
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| She can’t stand you
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| He can’t stand you
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| They can’t stand you
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| And I can’t stand being apart
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| Flying saucers, rock and roller’s
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| Crazy conversations are all they’ll get out of you
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| Did you really have to scare them?
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| Another piercing but that’s just what I like
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| About you…
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| About you…
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| About you…
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| About you…
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| Yeah, I know you’re a little messed up
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| They all say you’re damaged goods, baby
|
| This is what they thought
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| She can’t stand you
|
| He can’t stand you
|
| They can’t stand you
|
| And I can’t stand being apart
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| Yeah, I know you’re a little messed up
|
| They all say you’re damaged goods, baby
|
| This is what they thought
|
| She can’t stand you
|
| He can’t stand you
|
| They can’t stand you
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| And I can’t stand being apart
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| Can’t stand being apart
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| Yeah I can’t stand being apart
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| And I know you’re a little messed up
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| Yeah, I know. |
| Yeah, I know
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| About you…
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| Yeah, I know you’re a little messed up
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| They all say you’re damaged goods, baby
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| This is what they thought
|
| She can’t stand you
|
| He can’t stand you
|
| They can’t stand you
|
| And I can’t stand being apart
|
| Yeah, I know you’re a little messed up
|
| They all say you’re damaged goods, baby
|
| This is what they thought
|
| She can’t stand you
|
| He can’t stand you
|
| They can’t stand you
|
| And I can’t stand being apart
|
| Yeah, I know you’re a little messed up
|
| They all say you’re damaged goods, baby
|
| This is what they thought
|
| She can’t stand you
|
| He can’t stand you
|
| They can’t stand you
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| And I can’t stand being apart |