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I can hear my neighbors through the walls And my roommate downstairs Finding new ways to make salad unhealthy The kitchen is filthy Why does she do this? Why am I here still? 260 is full of idiots With their highschool girlfriends 258 is a broken laundry machine And loose screens And fake happiness for all the college kids And fake nails And fake ID’s 256 goes BANG! BANG! Study harder Get smarter Gotta make that money Gotta buy your own wonders That’s what they’re all working towards Nowadays Anyways 254 is on the porch I don’t want to live here anymore 254 is cold beer Come over here You wanna be my baby? I think he’s righter than I’ll ever be
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Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
Apartment Life
I can hear my neighbors through the walls And my roommate downstairs Finding new ways to make salad unhealthy The kitchen is filthy Why does she do this? Why am I here still? 260 is full of idiots With their highschool girlfriends 258 is a broken laundry machine And loose screens And fake happiness for all the college kids And fake nails And fake ID’s 256 goes BANG! BANG! Study harder Get smarter Gotta make that money Gotta buy your own wonders That’s what they’re all working towards Nowadays Anyways 254 is on the porch I don’t want to live here anymore 254 is cold beer Come over here You wanna be my baby? I think he’s righter than I’ll ever be
holly-salvatore
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Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
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