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The Receipt lyrics
The world, it owes you nothing
You're such a mark for yourself
No wonder no one pays attention to you now
Don't talk to me about your friends
And you've become embarrassing
So was it worse back then, or is it worse right now?
Some deadbeat dad who lives at home
And I don't like your favourite song
So please don't call me anymore
I don't wanna know you
The clock has stopped at 4:08
And I stand, still so far away
The basement window sheds no sunlight on your fate
I took the high road for too long
And I still hate your favourite song
So let there be no doubt what this one's all about
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