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Supercuts 
Easy
by Jeremy Zucker
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I thought
I would be good by now
I'd have it figured all out
We'd skip the scenic route
And oh well
At least I lied
Still, I'm always the bad guy
So for nice
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll feel crappy
I'll hate your friends when this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't make your cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she hates my guts
Well, alright
Well, I don't
Don't a to hold
Don't you to console me
It's getting old
Well, I've thought
There's so many places we could go
Well, maybe I'm better off at home
Maybe I'm better on my own
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate when this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't make your cry at dinner
And see her at the mall winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well, alright
Find me in this bullshit again
that we're just gonna end
Wonder if we be better as friends
But we won't
'Cause I don't be someone who makes you happy
Then you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate friends when this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't your mama cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well,
I would be good by now
I'd have it figured all out
We'd skip the scenic route
And oh well
At least I lied
Still, I'm always the bad guy
So for nice
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll feel crappy
I'll hate your friends when this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't make your cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she hates my guts
Well, alright
Well, I don't
Don't a to hold
Don't you to console me
It's getting old
Well, I've thought
There's so many places we could go
Well, maybe I'm better off at home
Maybe I'm better on my own
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate when this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't make your cry at dinner
And see her at the mall winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well, alright
Find me in this bullshit again
that we're just gonna end
Wonder if we be better as friends
But we won't
'Cause I don't be someone who makes you happy
Then you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate friends when this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't your mama cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well,
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