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Pretty little pills Orange, red and blue Spilling through my fingertips I took 12, not just 2 Daddy always told me To be all I could be Now my goods just not enough It's done They won't have to worry about me.
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
The End.
Pretty little pills Orange, red and blue Spilling through my fingertips I took 12, not just 2 Daddy always told me To be all I could be Now my goods just not enough It's done They won't have to worry about me.
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
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