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Mar 2015
I am the commotion,
That you would not care to listen,
I'm trapped inside a box labelled "Maybe"
I'm trapped inside a box labelled "Maybe"

God, i'm frying..

I rather get erections,
From staring at a walrus,
We know you've got it all now baby,
But we don't need all at all, no baby.

God, i'm frying..
this is actually song lyrics from my now defunct band called Telecast!
Khairil M
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Khairil M  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   Brian Payamps
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