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I have this master plan, that I can't seem to fit into words- I'll never understand, why we all grouped into our own hurds But haven't you heard? We don't need them babe, They've got their own empires to slave, We've found our moneys worth, within the pockets of change.
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:17 AM UTC
Astronomy.
I have this master plan, that I can't seem to fit into words- I'll never understand, why we all grouped into our own hurds But haven't you heard? We don't need them babe, They've got their own empires to slave, We've found our moneys worth, within the pockets of change.
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:17 AM UTC
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