WTC #7

Everything was going fine
 I thought that you were mine
 And then I read your e-mail
 I read between the lines
 Feelin' paranoid
 I heard you got another boy
 Are you pulling me down cos the facts don't compound
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 Tinted windows on your van
 Now you got that spray-on tan
 What will I find when I go through your purse
 Steven Sharley's numbers or something worse
 Got me hidin' under my bed
 I got aluminum foil around my head
 I read it on a blog I found
 Said I'm goin' down
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 I don't wanna go down
 For no good reason
 Baby don't you pull me down
 For no good reason
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 Don't wanna go down
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 Don't wanna go down
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 Woooah