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You Devil-may-care Sleepy voiced rockstar Are the answer to my problem I had no answers previously Nothing Then you ordered me to make mistakes And now I'm up for a Nobel Prize I'm unwise Your drunken gait You're my prescription To this affliction that caves my brain Into a cavity of emptiness Finally I'm feeling rotten and cool It's better than being my Mama's fool I'm ready to lose every virginity I had left Because you've made your music My mind's address
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
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You Devil-may-care Sleepy voiced rockstar Are the answer to my problem I had no answers previously Nothing Then you ordered me to make mistakes And now I'm up for a Nobel Prize I'm unwise Your drunken gait You're my prescription To this affliction that caves my brain Into a cavity of emptiness Finally I'm feeling rotten and cool It's better than being my Mama's fool I'm ready to lose every virginity I had left Because you've made your music My mind's address
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
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