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Torn posters Broken cigarettes I've been wanted by the police Chased out of my room Of torn posters And broken cigarettes The life of bounty head is a cruel one Salinger has nothing on me I'd smoke if I were playing around rye Catching people just like the cops beat around the bush Knocking on your doors telling you have been framed For a poor and direct assumption
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Bebop saib.
Torn posters Broken cigarettes I've been wanted by the police Chased out of my room Of torn posters And broken cigarettes The life of bounty head is a cruel one Salinger has nothing on me I'd smoke if I were playing around rye Catching people just like the cops beat around the bush Knocking on your doors telling you have been framed For a poor and direct assumption
aditya-roy
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28/M/New Delhi, India
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
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