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I have one silver doler the one I call my own I have bad teeth from candy That I think a problem of my own none of the things bother me for I am myself.
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
I have to run to keep on.
I have one silver doler the one I call my own I have bad teeth from candy That I think a problem of my own none of the things bother me for I am myself.
paul-hardwick
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
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