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because fuck you that’s why.
We’ll meet on the streets, and we’ll run around
Leave everyone behind
The name-droppers and the unkind’s
And we’ll meet our friends
Blue plastic bags, full of cans
Like hooded ghosts, we don’t make a sound
Oh superman
I don’t wanna hit the ground
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bitches.
I fucking love my own blog.