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I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over the football game. With that same big loud opinion but, nobody’s listening. Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things. Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing. But all you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life!
she is so pretty
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