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HELLO.

 

Lit up with no where to go. Would you hit me?. Oh, he deals them off, off the top, ties them off. Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart?. Oh, half his life, a hand-me-down, wasted away. Hail, hail the lucky ones. There ain't gonna be any middle any more. But he's always moving much too fast. All the bills go by, and. Oh, he fills it up with the love of a girl. Oh, ow. There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes. Fills it up with his past, gets carried away

 

 

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