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Jumping beans, itchy fiends. Pop a couple and feel like a queen. Slave to the high, I like to lie... I don't know why. Sunglasses in the dark, I ain't no fuckin' narc. Party till my heart drops, or until the neighbors call the cops. **** me softly, or not. I don't like to talk.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
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Jumping beans, itchy fiends. Pop a couple and feel like a queen. Slave to the high, I like to lie... I don't know why. Sunglasses in the dark, I ain't no fuckin' narc. Party till my heart drops, or until the neighbors call the cops. **** me softly, or not. I don't like to talk.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
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