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Cause it’s all just paper in the end, Were all just stuck here playing pretend. Some of us acting like we god, While other have never even heard of a ****** iPod. We pray to that god at the end of the day, And then curse his name if things don’t go our way. We’re corrupted and ****** up, dishin’ out blame, Wishing for superman, left with some ******* named... Who gives a **** with his name if they’re all just fuckboys , Woman pick yourself up you’re repressed by the man, part of his ploy! And were all stuck here playing pretend, Might as well make you name a story for the end.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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Cause it’s all just paper in the end, Were all just stuck here playing pretend. Some of us acting like we god, While other have never even heard of a ****** iPod. We pray to that god at the end of the day, And then curse his name if things don’t go our way. We’re corrupted and ****** up, dishin’ out blame, Wishing for superman, left with some ******* named... Who gives a **** with his name if they’re all just fuckboys , Woman pick yourself up you’re repressed by the man, part of his ploy! And were all stuck here playing pretend, Might as well make you name a story for the end.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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