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Buddy-buddy up to the riff-raff rat pack. Those self-entitling, blind-as-a-bat Big Macs. Get your free ride, legs spread valley-wide. But don't give me your empty "hello"s and "goodbye"s. I've broken my back to earn this measly stack And I'll probably burn it up like I'm addicted to crack. A dollar here, dollar there. Oh no, it's all gone. It's about that time for you to hear the fat girl's song. Do you. I'll do me. We're not compatible, see? I just want to burn trees and make melodies. I'm not sure what you want, I can't hear you clearly. Perhaps remove from your mouth that gold-nugget D. Leave me alone. You smell of regret and greed. If you weren't so ****** this might be flattering. I'm sure there's some good in you, some decency. But I've learned my lesson following these "maybe"s. If I've grown cold, I prefer to see it Like I just appreciate the warmth all the more. Bought and sold, bought and sold. I'll keep on believing silver linings, disguised blessings. Hmm.. The window, or the door?
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
Thoughtless I Craving
Buddy-buddy up to the riff-raff rat pack. Those self-entitling, blind-as-a-bat Big Macs. Get your free ride, legs spread valley-wide. But don't give me your empty "hello"s and "goodbye"s. I've broken my back to earn this measly stack And I'll probably burn it up like I'm addicted to crack. A dollar here, dollar there. Oh no, it's all gone. It's about that time for you to hear the fat girl's song. Do you. I'll do me. We're not compatible, see? I just want to burn trees and make melodies. I'm not sure what you want, I can't hear you clearly. Perhaps remove from your mouth that gold-nugget D. Leave me alone. You smell of regret and greed. If you weren't so ****** this might be flattering. I'm sure there's some good in you, some decency. But I've learned my lesson following these "maybe"s. If I've grown cold, I prefer to see it Like I just appreciate the warmth all the more. Bought and sold, bought and sold. I'll keep on believing silver linings, disguised blessings. Hmm.. The window, or the door?
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
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