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Late, late, late. Late work, late period, late date. Nothing good comes out of being late. Late, late, late Dread fills you stomach, tears fill your eyes, You just can't believe you messed up by being late Late, late, late You want to fix it, but can't Nothing can undo time, you're stuck being late Late, late, late Nothing good comes out of being late
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Late
Late, late, late. Late work, late period, late date. Nothing good comes out of being late. Late, late, late Dread fills you stomach, tears fill your eyes, You just can't believe you messed up by being late Late, late, late You want to fix it, but can't Nothing can undo time, you're stuck being late Late, late, late Nothing good comes out of being late
mariah-langton
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
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