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Why are my feelings always so dark? |
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With no particular place to go |
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WMD By jfarrell Dressed in my fred flinstone trunks, Riding my silver surfer surf board; I crest the wave of fire, I crash into the wave of ice And howl in fury. That bloody unicorn’s got my bag of weed! I crash up against a barrier and feel myself enve |
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wolf unleashed |
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Words |
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wordsmith |
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you are awesome |
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You decide… please leave a comment |
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you don’t have to be here |
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You Have The Power |
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you.... yes, you |
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Your Fault, Do Something |
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You’re nothing but a bad smell |
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Zeroes and Ones |
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“And… NO SINGING!!!” |
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