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Sep 2013
Back in the day,
when life was grey,
you see yourself all grown up.
You're pretty, you're ugly,
your **** stays the same.
Wake up.
The same girls are still pretty,
the drunks and druggies are dead,
they just love to play with your head.
You are a man now,
a dead man.
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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