Track 3127/4Ex Girlfriend

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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I hate the way you're breathing watching the TV I hate the way you like to grind your crooked teeth I'm sick and tired of the things I hear you say All my happiness has slowly drained away It's the end, ex-girlfriend Is this the only language that we can manage? We're all full of shit, why can't we just admit It's clearly over It's gone for me, Clumber, our luck's all run out I just want to shout, "Fuck you!" You really hate my friends, you're always talking down You sent the clothes I wear, I got it lost and found I'm sick and tired of how I live my life Neither one of us is getting out alive It's the end, ex-girlfriend Is this the only language that we can manage? We're all full of shit, why can't we just admit It's clearly over It's gone for me, Clumber, our luck's all run out I just want to shout, "Fuck you!" Is this the only language that we can manage? We're all full of shit, why can't we just admit It's clearly over It's gone for me, Clumber, our luck's all run out I just want to shout, "Fuck you!"