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And they all look just the same...

*This box is getting awfully snug for somebody as fuckin' high as me, watch my face turn with glee, everyone follow me, the super-drug mean mug anti social **** the butterfly I'll always be the queen bee...

Same four walls with a lock around my neck, so tight with it's regret, hidden keys somewhere as far as parsec-

Shame pours out of the halls, stalked foreground against the main stream intellect, **** dialect no need to look back and reflect-

I moved with haste, lost my place, fell from grace, only to end up on my pretty.... face down, mud spent, I don't know where all my fuckin' money went. Look at me now look at the family so proud.

Shotgun wedding signing the rights away for my right away to go nowhere fast nowhere really really fast, going straight the **** down. With my halo valiantly thrown to the ground. I need a vacation, I'm tired of fuckin' round with these clowns.*

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Nov 18, 2012
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