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I am your Dystopian girl got a black leather vest here at the bottom of the world, wearing shades so I can't see the decline. I stand in the dark and wait for nothing under this rusted and broken street lamp. Heat from crowded streets and hustling alleys keeps the blood moving in my veins for now. Lament if you need, cry if you want buy into the creed, it's Dystopia baby that we made by hand with our friends we like to call misery and disease. We're always looking for a hero to step up to the plate but the early bird special is apathy baked. It's Dystopia baby, wake up and smell the decay.
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
It's Dystopia Baby
I am your Dystopian girl got a black leather vest here at the bottom of the world, wearing shades so I can't see the decline. I stand in the dark and wait for nothing under this rusted and broken street lamp. Heat from crowded streets and hustling alleys keeps the blood moving in my veins for now. Lament if you need, cry if you want buy into the creed, it's Dystopia baby that we made by hand with our friends we like to call misery and disease. We're always looking for a hero to step up to the plate but the early bird special is apathy baked. It's Dystopia baby, wake up and smell the decay.
anne-wallace
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
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