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London could as well be made up, and we just don't know because nobody told us

by @HektikMoer

16 No love No hope No dream Daddys car Lethal speeds Touch me Where? Away Alcohol is expensive Parents agressive Anywhere but here Drive Drive I hate my friends Hate you too So stay quiet And love me Only thing killing us Is death
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