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I'm the irreverent boyscout you can't trust that's no help Cowardice and gluttonous But hell can I start a fire. I don't listen, I'm not nice purity I don't recognize. I do my own thing, I never courtesy. Oh **** can I scream at wrongs. I'm the grungy kind of disloyal, You know the sin of the unclean. My face is never cheerful And I'm rude to everything.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
Between the Lies
I'm the irreverent boyscout you can't trust that's no help Cowardice and gluttonous But hell can I start a fire. I don't listen, I'm not nice purity I don't recognize. I do my own thing, I never courtesy. Oh **** can I scream at wrongs. I'm the grungy kind of disloyal, You know the sin of the unclean. My face is never cheerful And I'm rude to everything.
TheWonderfulMoebius
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
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