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Late

Late late late Im gonna be late So late in fact that everyone there Will have someone to hate Try try try To flee and run outside Theyr'e here! Theyr'e here! They'lle yell at me to hear. Stupid, lazy one I wanted to have time This time i cant control I fly but dont go Why why why why cant i be so quick so quick and skilled and organized To get outside on time.
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Jun 9, 2014
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