Mean

by: Taylor Swift

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You with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against 
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me. You, have knocked me off my feet, again, got me feeling like nothing. 
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You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out, when i'm 
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wounded you, picking on the weaker man. 
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Well you can take me down, with just one single blow.
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But you don't know, what you don't know
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Someday, I'll be, living in a big ol city, and all your ever gonna be is 
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mean.
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Someday, I'll be, big enough so you can't hit me, and all your ever gonna 
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be is mean, why ya gotta be so, mean?
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You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation 
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you, are pointing out my flaws again as if i don't already see them. I walk 
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with my head down, trying to block you out cause i never impress you. I 
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just wanna feel ok, again.
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I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold. Well, the cycle ends 
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right now and you can't lead me down that road, but you don't know, what 
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you don't know.

(Chorus)
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And i can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game. 
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With that same big lound opinion but, nobody's listening. Washed up and 
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ranting bout the same old bitter things, drunk and grumbling on about how i 
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can't sing. But all you are is, mean. All you are is mean, and a liar, and 
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pathetic, and alone in life and mean, and mean, and mean, and mean.