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Ahh...the smell of "sweet success," Dressed up in bundles of bows, Point out all of your "faults" and drill the teeth, braces on for years, It'll make the "biggest difference," you'll be what you're "meant to be," Shove these roll models in your face, it's all about these prudent fears, We've gotta follow suit, be moulded, from day to day, months, years, Follow the path well followed until you're the "best" at this old game, It'll be such a sorry path if you choose eccentrics-what you dream? What a shame!
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
"Success" And Being Yourself...
Ahh...the smell of "sweet success," Dressed up in bundles of bows, Point out all of your "faults" and drill the teeth, braces on for years, It'll make the "biggest difference," you'll be what you're "meant to be," Shove these roll models in your face, it's all about these prudent fears, We've gotta follow suit, be moulded, from day to day, months, years, Follow the path well followed until you're the "best" at this old game, It'll be such a sorry path if you choose eccentrics-what you dream? What a shame!
alan-s-bailey
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
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