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He wanted a ***** enlarger gave him a magnifying glass I said “where’s the food go” he replied “look at your *** He likes to call me his experience what he calls all his mistakes I call him my grievance my heart he constantly breaks When he yawns he gets to open his mouth otherwise he tends to keep stum when I’m about he lives poor, so he can die rich calls me an overspending ***** Were no longer love’s young dream when I see him I want to scream I **** his ills with pills his money pays his funeral bills
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
Love's Young Dream
He wanted a ***** enlarger gave him a magnifying glass I said “where’s the food go” he replied “look at your *** He likes to call me his experience what he calls all his mistakes I call him my grievance my heart he constantly breaks When he yawns he gets to open his mouth otherwise he tends to keep stum when I’m about he lives poor, so he can die rich calls me an overspending ***** Were no longer love’s young dream when I see him I want to scream I **** his ills with pills his money pays his funeral bills
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
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