They don’t believe me, and they split
One they goes on and on repeating it
The other they says, spitefully, cope!
I despise them, and become a misantrope
They don’t believe me, and they split
One they goes on and on repeating it
The other they says, spitefully, cope!
I despise them, and become a misantrope
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