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They told me that i'm a thing, so i become a thing and now they pay a thousand dollars, for a kiss from me, while vicious collectors pay fifty sents for my soul. I like jokes but they told me that i look like one and now i don't want to see anyone. Well, i become what you wished but now i'm a broken money machine.
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 10:19 AM UTC
The money machine
They told me that i'm a thing, so i become a thing and now they pay a thousand dollars, for a kiss from me, while vicious collectors pay fifty sents for my soul. I like jokes but they told me that i look like one and now i don't want to see anyone. Well, i become what you wished but now i'm a broken money machine.
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 10:19 AM UTC
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