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Kids these days- We smoke our dreams So out of touch when it comes to reality, Set up by machines And cheap manufactured mortality Tightened at the seams To choke out thought and what it means, Shut up, **** up. Just sit back and hit that green.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
Bradley jolene and a group of teens.
Kids these days- We smoke our dreams So out of touch when it comes to reality, Set up by machines And cheap manufactured mortality Tightened at the seams To choke out thought and what it means, Shut up, **** up. Just sit back and hit that green.
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
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