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Lyrics: 88 Fingers Louie. I Hate Myself.

Walking down a crowded street
I stop to get something to eat
And I hope I see no one I know
Out of the blue I see my ex
I think she's looking for some sex
But I tell her I don't want to go

Some people ask me why I feel this way
I look at them and tell them just go away
I hate myself and everyone else

I just wanna be alone
No one to call me on the phone
Then I know I can be by myself
Just my luck I get a call
I can't get any sleep at all
So I tell 'em all to go to hell

Some people ask me why I feel this way
I look at them and tell them just go away
I hate myself and everyone else

Some people ask me why I feel this way
I look at them and tell them just go away
I hate myself and everyone else
I hate myself - I hate myself
I hate myself - I hate myself