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You're an unbeliever The worst I’ve ever known Heinous in the simplest sense and evil to the bone You have got the fever End your reign upon the throne We're better on our own Tell me why I need you You're fucking up my home Breaking in at 2 am to check that I'm alone I don't fucking need you Tell it to your face or phone? I’m better on my own I love when you tell me you've changed just 'Cause I changed the locks I love when you tell me, you tell me, you tell me Pick up the receiver I'm sick of trying to phone How was I so blind to see your heart was made of stone? I'm just trying to leave you Can't come back, this bird has flown I'm better on my own You're an unbeliever The worst I’ve ever known Heinous in the simplest sense and evil to the bone SongtexteYou have got the fever End your reign upon the throne I love when you tell me you've changed just 'Cause I changed the locks I love when you tell me, you tell me, you tell me Well, that about does her The next time you find yourself in the presence of an unbeliever Remember, that it's just fever It can't be caught, it can't be beat, but it can be volatile It plays tricks on them, and on you So my advice is go home, lock your doors, turn off your phone, and hope it'll all be okay in the morning Even though it never is And bud, one last thing: when your ma' tells you something, you listen Heaven knows they know (Heaven knows) As Salvador can attest too Aus Songtexte Mania