hands up baby
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i've been hanging round
everywhere you go in town
watching you forget me
i want to see you crack
i'm going to get you back
put your hands up baby
you're talking to me like i'm in your debt
you don't remember things i can't forget
now you don't look so well
turn that gun back on yourself
and take a load off baby
i've had enough this time
give me back my boots you swine
it's your fault you hate me
i only hate you 'cause i hate myself
it breaks my heart that i can't wish you well
now i could end this here
die and take you with me dear
it could be so easy...
i don't care what you do
i’ll still be rid of you
just make your mind up baby
i'll turn around and walk away from you
if i turn back i'll be the death of you
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The third paragraph reminds me of someone I wouldn't date.
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