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Busted head , and ****** nose Covered in dirt from my head to my toes There's nothing wrong with living like this All my clothes smell like **** But I'm ****** up today and nothing's wrong
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
From the Rush of *******
Busted head , and ****** nose Covered in dirt from my head to my toes There's nothing wrong with living like this All my clothes smell like **** But I'm ****** up today and nothing's wrong
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
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