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***Man plays his guitar as he sits in the grass With Frisbees flying over his head The man has a stash Which gives us our moments What makes things expensive I don't understand But what I know is that living is the best I can Peter Gabriel's got sun in his eyes He's still searching but hasn't got a clue cause he's blind What a sad picnic party and its melting form Let's ditch this place so we don't have to mourn Let's go away from the stupid, sad people So      we     can      be        sad      on         our                      own   Sad                on         our            own       on      our   own Sad           on      and    off        and    on   and    off      Sad    on  our           own              on         our   own       sad***
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Montreal
***Man plays his guitar as he sits in the grass With Frisbees flying over his head The man has a stash Which gives us our moments What makes things expensive I don't understand But what I know is that living is the best I can Peter Gabriel's got sun in his eyes He's still searching but hasn't got a clue cause he's blind What a sad picnic party and its melting form Let's ditch this place so we don't have to mourn Let's go away from the stupid, sad people So      we     can      be        sad      on         our                      own   Sad                on         our            own       on      our   own Sad           on      and    off        and    on   and    off      Sad    on  our           own              on         our   own       sad***
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
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