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No grin, frog lips It's run, jump, punch parta the apocalypse Tired of being the last ball in the hopper Worth more than the price of the copper ...now listen... Jonzin for the days Of Zee Emerald and a loose tooth **** is ephemeral Like the era in a phone booth Put a quarter up E.T. Phone home Kids today never had to fear that dial tone...
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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No grin, frog lips It's run, jump, punch parta the apocalypse Tired of being the last ball in the hopper Worth more than the price of the copper ...now listen... Jonzin for the days Of Zee Emerald and a loose tooth **** is ephemeral Like the era in a phone booth Put a quarter up E.T. Phone home Kids today never had to fear that dial tone...
Today to yesterday
josh-bass
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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