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I hate feet, but shoes are stupid. You look so sweet, but your heart is broken. Get your life together, That's what they tell you. Get your life together, That's what they say. Trying to make ends meet, While staying simple. Paper or plastic? They never ask anymore. And what ever happened to Face-to-face communication? Maybe I'm too strange for it all. I just want to do what I want. Stop telling me what's right and what's wrong. Sometimes I like pasta for breakfast. Lunch tastes so good in the morning, Don't you think?
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Paper or Plastic?
I hate feet, but shoes are stupid. You look so sweet, but your heart is broken. Get your life together, That's what they tell you. Get your life together, That's what they say. Trying to make ends meet, While staying simple. Paper or plastic? They never ask anymore. And what ever happened to Face-to-face communication? Maybe I'm too strange for it all. I just want to do what I want. Stop telling me what's right and what's wrong. Sometimes I like pasta for breakfast. Lunch tastes so good in the morning, Don't you think?
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
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