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I see empty beer bottle corpses scattered around a ***** lobbie While ciggarette butts twerk around these lonely bodies If only there was a light that didn't come from a dead matchstick Slumped over and burnt out Because we turnt up Then it turned out that we're made from plastic Fantastic.
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
Fantastic
I see empty beer bottle corpses scattered around a ***** lobbie While ciggarette butts twerk around these lonely bodies If only there was a light that didn't come from a dead matchstick Slumped over and burnt out Because we turnt up Then it turned out that we're made from plastic Fantastic.
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
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