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nowhere to fly to.
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Jul 4th, 2011, 08:26 PM
I have never talked with you Wiffles but I liked reading your story. I have had the pleasure of collecting cans along the road not the best time and hardly worth it really. And the bags always smelled of a sticky alcoholic...
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Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' you
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' you
They say jump and you say how high
You're brain-dead
You've gotta fuckin' bullet in your head
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