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Nov 2014
My name is St. Jimmy
with a heart like a hand grenade
But the tracks were bleeped
An idiot was I made

I eat 20 packs a day
But haven't smoked a single one
I am a romance machine in my head
But I've never actually had fun

I am a model by day
A rebel by night
Nobody actually knows it
But crack up I just might

Schizophrenic
Hallucinogenic
Insomniac
Suicidic
Tragic

Hy­pocritic.
Scotty Shot
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