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They might turn you into one of those catchy radio hits with a cheesy chorus that consists of two repetitive words like "baby oh" if you let them. Spend hours analyzing the lyrics to your favorite songs hoping to juxtapose the meanings to your every move as if your favorite songs were a guide to you The real you is hidden among the staticky stations that only work on trucker radios and cars with broken antennas. don't ask me how I know this;just believe me like you always do
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Sep 30, 2014
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