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Dec 2015
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We are so transparent

So naive

So lacking in Will power

That we cannot stop hurting each other

Or being hurt

""""

Stupid *****

Pathetic dumb *****

Ugly AMERICAN super **** ups

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( Yeah ! YOU ! )

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Mo night time madness and stars

And naked bodies in the trees

Making whoopie

And all the animals laughing

And being gay

And free



Big time **** and the banging

And the hot babe selling

Flowers on the Boston streets

After the matches are gone

//

And the prostitutes marry the priests

And the bag lady marries the police man


& i marry

The cute little girl

With the golden curls

/::/

And **** don't stink no more

And all the politicians

Die in their sleep

//

&

I love

That cute little girl

The one with the golden  curls

From down on market street




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Written by
jeffrey robin
384
   ---, Corset and Sumina Thapaliya
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