Welcome to Dumpsville, population: you.
Woah, I don't want to hang out with you anymore,
Please don't come knocking 'round my door.
I just need my time, my space,
Even though I had to spring it on you.
I don't want to see your face,
That would make me, eh...
"well that would make me like, totally blue"
Welcome to Dumpsville, I don't want to see you anymore!
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