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I hate the way you talk to me,And the way you cut your hair.I hate the way you drive your car,I hate it when you stare.I hate your big dumb combat bootsAnd the way you read my mind.I hate you so much it makes me sick,It even makes me rhyme.I hate the way you’re always right,I hate it when you lie.I hate it when you make me laugh,Even worse when you make me cryI hate it when you’re not around,And the fact that you didn’t callBut mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,Not even close…Not even a little bit…Not even at all.