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May 2013
don't expect me to be there
when all i get is the shaft
when i try to help
you speak to them and give them your all
like they put the ******* stars in the sky
but maybe they did
but i'm too tired to research it
goodbye
alexa mary
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alexa mary
477
   breezeblocks
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