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He has so much more than I could ever have. He's got the looks, the girl, the money, the car, the scholarship. What do I have? Smokers lung and more than a few scars. His future is golden while mine is cold and dark. He is so much more than I could ever be. He's the quarterback, the life of the part, the valedictorian, the nice guy. What am I? The wise guy, the teacher's nightmare, the guy on the sidelines, the **** He is a golden boy and I am dark and cold. "I'm a mountain that has been moved I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run I'm a preacher with no pulpit Spewing a sermon that goes on and on"
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Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
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He has so much more than I could ever have. He's got the looks, the girl, the money, the car, the scholarship. What do I have? Smokers lung and more than a few scars. His future is golden while mine is cold and dark. He is so much more than I could ever be. He's the quarterback, the life of the part, the valedictorian, the nice guy. What am I? The wise guy, the teacher's nightmare, the guy on the sidelines, the **** He is a golden boy and I am dark and cold. "I'm a mountain that has been moved I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run I'm a preacher with no pulpit Spewing a sermon that goes on and on"
jeremy-duff
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Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
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