If you could burn it out,
like a tick buried in your hide,
if you could tear it out,
like a thorn stuck in your side,
then you can bet that i don't wanna look at what you find,
cause i'm afraid that i,
i wanna keep that for myself,
i thought that i, that i was above you,
i hate that i love you,
and i thought i, that i was above you,
i hate that i love you
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