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Bring it on, A thing I've never been, Walking, Thinking, Breaking, Drinking, In a flat, only seen. Bring on the days, I can call on friends, Hurting, Laughing, Crying. Drinking, To open this heart to them. Help me out, new flat of mine, Help me not to be a swine. Though, I cannot know what you'll make of me, Between I and thee, I'd love to be, A buzzing. Cockroach.
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
Bring it on.
Bring it on, A thing I've never been, Walking, Thinking, Breaking, Drinking, In a flat, only seen. Bring on the days, I can call on friends, Hurting, Laughing, Crying. Drinking, To open this heart to them. Help me out, new flat of mine, Help me not to be a swine. Though, I cannot know what you'll make of me, Between I and thee, I'd love to be, A buzzing. Cockroach.
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
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