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Phoning Football

Static. All I hear is static. And the mumbles of your game. Always playing that stupid game As if you couldn't function without it. I don't want to hear about it. It doesn't interest me in the least. (Mostly because I have no idea what you're saying) I wouldn't have a problem with it, Except for the fact that you only half listen. You only have respond too. Saying 'Yeah's and 'Okay's as if it can apply to everything. I can only try so much until eventually All you hear is static. Static and the sounds of football.
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kimberle-killips
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Oct 6, 2010
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