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**** the money, cause I'd rather call out like Cobain With a bullet through my temple, now I got no brains Like **** em' and **** the world, you can have it dawg Y'all ain't no better, I ain't mad at y'all Cause I'd rather be buried in my grave Than live life like a slave Trying to escape these green demons No where to run, no friends Just fiends And by all means Just let me be, to yell and scream **** you get away from me Pushing everyone away is what I do best no future edit this later wassuup
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
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**** the money, cause I'd rather call out like Cobain With a bullet through my temple, now I got no brains Like **** em' and **** the world, you can have it dawg Y'all ain't no better, I ain't mad at y'all Cause I'd rather be buried in my grave Than live life like a slave Trying to escape these green demons No where to run, no friends Just fiends And by all means Just let me be, to yell and scream **** you get away from me Pushing everyone away is what I do best no future edit this later wassuup
brie-sarita
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
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