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Sometimes it's hard to know what is What should....and why? And is there any point........or not? We're born, we live, we die. And in between we our noses run, we bite our tongues, we lie We lose our place, we turn our face, we buy. There's love and mud and bubblewrap Dropped spoons, old tunes and bills. ***** boots and plastic crap, What doesn't make you strong just kills.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
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Sometimes it's hard to know what is What should....and why? And is there any point........or not? We're born, we live, we die. And in between we our noses run, we bite our tongues, we lie We lose our place, we turn our face, we buy. There's love and mud and bubblewrap Dropped spoons, old tunes and bills. ***** boots and plastic crap, What doesn't make you strong just kills.
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
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