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It should go without saying that I go without paying any attention to you Your life is my strife, existence a pun, and makes you look like a fool. So you eat lots of shrooms and listen to Tool... what do you think that makes you? When deep is skin-deep, and piercings eat you, the tattoos will only accrue To "tell your story," and Whaddup, homie? until death parts you From the *** you don't get and the lies you believe to sleep at night, ****** and blue If you were a book, there'd be lots of pictures and captions that just read "Who?" with a cover to judge and be pretty true an accurate description of you.
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Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 1:47 PM UTC
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It should go without saying that I go without paying any attention to you Your life is my strife, existence a pun, and makes you look like a fool. So you eat lots of shrooms and listen to Tool... what do you think that makes you? When deep is skin-deep, and piercings eat you, the tattoos will only accrue To "tell your story," and Whaddup, homie? until death parts you From the *** you don't get and the lies you believe to sleep at night, ****** and blue If you were a book, there'd be lots of pictures and captions that just read "Who?" with a cover to judge and be pretty true an accurate description of you.
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Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 1:47 PM UTC
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