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Every now and then i think of our weekend,
cut me off your head like i was a split end,
now i don't even need any of your love,
so no need to leave, you're already somebody to get rid of,

you didn't have to cut me off like you did,
teach of your love then immediately forbid,
you didn't have to stoop so low,
make my heart beat so damn slow,

somehow it's always something i've done,
pain weighs on my back so i carry the ton,
every now and then i think of when you screwed me over,
ripped off the leaf to make us a 3 leaf clover,

i'll admit i'll be glad when i know,
if you're just a mistake or a reason to go,
freeze my heart to thirty below,
now you're just somebody that i used to know.