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Can't get the stink offHe's been hanging round for daysComes like a cometSuckered you but not your friendsOne day he'll get to youAnd teach you how to be a holy cowYou do it to yourself, you doAnd that's what really hurtsIs that you do it to yourselfJust you and no one elseYou do it to yourselfYou do it to yourselfDon't get my sympathyHanging out the 15th floorYou've changed the locks three timesHe still comes reeling through the doorOne day I'll get youAnd teach you how to get to purest hellYou do it to yourself, you doSongtexteAnd that's what really hurts Is that you do it to yourselfJust you, you and no one elseYou do it to yourselfYou do it to yourselfYou do it to yourself, you doAnd that's what really hurtsIs that you do it to yourselfJust you, you and no one elseYou do it to yourselfYou do it to yourself, yourself, yourself
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"Just" as written by Thomas Edward Yorke, Edward John O'brien, Colin Charles Greenwood, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway
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