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I broke up with a fella
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But I ain't grieving
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He was much too proud
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Of underachieving
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I can't believe I liked him
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I must have been blind
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He wasn't so smart or handsome
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Or kind
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Every moment with that boy
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Was totally horrid
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And I can't even tell where his hair meets his forehead
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My eyes are wide open
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Now I see his warts
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I wish him well, down in hell
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Where he'll eat his own shorts.