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See a bleach blond boy put his long down Help his girl get her on I about you in your little house you're lonely but I could be wrong and...
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Now they drive the cars up and down the ridiculous and everybody knows Hear the Mustangs rev at the way stop You get ghosted when the light go
But in a like this, in the checkered flag dawn It's so empty you make somebody dream So maybe it's you, in four-post bed Fell asleep with still the blood in teeth and...
I be your happiness I wanna be your common pain Wrap head in a picket fence Rebuild the hurricane
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