New Excuses...
All the stuff I do is never good enough for you
Even after all the hell you've put me through
Between me and your habits, you pick and choose
And of course Im always the one to loose
Im tired of all your abuse
Im tired of all your exuses
And now you want me to move with you?!?!?!?
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