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Do not think it hurts me bad
It doesn't hurt me none
It does not mean anything
I'm fondling this gun
I don't hurt bad
And I don't miss you
I don't eat alone
Wishing I was eating with two
It's like a sick movie
They always get high ratings
In fact, I feel like celebrating
I feel like celebrating
Do not ever think I thought
That this would really work
It was just sort of a casual thing
Like trying on a shirt
And I don't sit home alone and stare
At your picture wishing that you were still there
It's like a sad movie
In fact, I feel like masturbating
I feel like celebrating
Oh goody! Oh joy! I am finally free
I no longer have to sit through
Your mother's caserole recipes
Oh joy! Glee!
I am finally free
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