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So I didn’t turn out in your image I can’t sing I can’t dance I can barely put a tune together On the ***** stashed away I have tried and failed Again and again Like a broken tape recorder Echoing in a desolate house I have become A tattoo you can’t scratch out
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
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So I didn’t turn out in your image I can’t sing I can’t dance I can barely put a tune together On the ***** stashed away I have tried and failed Again and again Like a broken tape recorder Echoing in a desolate house I have become A tattoo you can’t scratch out
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
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