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In the clearance store what we wore was a change of appearance, when or if the mask slips away we buy another one direct from ebay everyone is living the dream. Down at the pawn shop we pop the gold in until we get paid and eventually get old still popping the gold, It's the things we do and what we threw away that make today unacceptable so you stew in your own juices and I'll stew in mine. Pantomime? well it could be if Widow Twankey's buying duty free and bound to me a non celebrity. I put on the make up and fake it some take it seriously, seriously? hard nosed two faced, I am outside and out paced by the Bow Street runners.
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
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In the clearance store what we wore was a change of appearance, when or if the mask slips away we buy another one direct from ebay everyone is living the dream. Down at the pawn shop we pop the gold in until we get paid and eventually get old still popping the gold, It's the things we do and what we threw away that make today unacceptable so you stew in your own juices and I'll stew in mine. Pantomime? well it could be if Widow Twankey's buying duty free and bound to me a non celebrity. I put on the make up and fake it some take it seriously, seriously? hard nosed two faced, I am outside and out paced by the Bow Street runners.
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70/English
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
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