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"Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag" And don't forget to ******* smile, March to death with a jolly tune in your head Don't question if it's all worthwhile. Your misery is designed by people out of reach so blame your pathetic self instead Be reassured, the undertaker shall paint a smile on your face when you're dead. A 'Memento mori' of a Facebook page will remain like a lingering **** in an elevator An uncomfortable reminder to the still living That smiles are the mask of a traitor
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
A song to weary, wretched & unloved
"Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag" And don't forget to ******* smile, March to death with a jolly tune in your head Don't question if it's all worthwhile. Your misery is designed by people out of reach so blame your pathetic self instead Be reassured, the undertaker shall paint a smile on your face when you're dead. A 'Memento mori' of a Facebook page will remain like a lingering **** in an elevator An uncomfortable reminder to the still living That smiles are the mask of a traitor
Tuning in to a bygone me.
shaded-lamp
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
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