Smalltown Poets - Everything i hate

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^GOh I'm into everyt^Bmhing I h^Aate My sp^Emirit is not ^Gmoved My m^Dembers take the ^Abait ^GOh, oh, I'm into everyt^Bmhing I h^Aate I'm s^Emtill not dead en^Gough To s^Dtifle this de^Abate Verse 2 These heels were made for bruising, And the cobble stones they're using, All the pleasures of my choosing, Boy, I must be born for loosing. Heal these souls to hurt no more, I'll lift these hands just like before, Cover me like a dimestore suit until I'm just like You. Repeat chorus (Bridge) ^GCareful little e^Fyes what you se^Ee ^GCareful little f^Feet where you g^Eo Repeat chorus