Sometimes I hate that she knows me so well.
Sometimes I hate that she can read me like a book.
And sometimes I hate that she loves me as much as she does.
But I have to accept that.
Yeah, I do.
Sometimes I hate that she can read me like a book.
And sometimes I hate that she loves me as much as she does.
But I have to accept that.
Yeah, I do.

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