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Middleclass so grayed |
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(x4) |
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Middle Middle |
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Middleclass so grayed |
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When the welp will forever roll wing. Now he's so good in white. New one to lain on pole Mr Round on Crutch now gets in line |
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After leafed, out letting all their let loose out just this once from eating on their gums getting all in line |
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Open the door around the roar |
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Your kind is left at age in old place and its continual crunch, oh ones, and the zeros and ones in the hope of pursuit chemicals mesmerizing slow |
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With all their life, coming weeks to death |
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This is no joke: They can see themselves at fifty in all out psychic. Hollowing in their ever evening of their years without doubt in the absolute in the serious magnets of well dressed daugthers |
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And all |
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Oh my god. Oh my god |
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Don't do. Do the doctor (Middle class) |
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(x3) |
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Middle class so grayed (x2) |
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Middle. Middle class |
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Middle class so grayed |
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Our well dressed daughters. For the constantly looked up skill. Words are |
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This is no joke. This is no joke. This is no joke. They can see themselves at fifty. This is no joke |
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Our well dressed daughters. For the constantly looked up skill. The judgers kills |
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This is no joke. This is no joke. This is no joke. And more. This is no joke. And more. This is no joke |
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Why? |
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Brings in and it all boils back. Down the time when you could keeping up teeth. Bringing in an inevitable elder Brents seats. |
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Bringings in. |
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In fact, this will be the ring in your next new rack. And into your harddrive and second cat |
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(Bringings in) Goes to obscure a rat |
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(Bringings in) Tragic middle class |
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(x3) |
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(Bringings in) Middle class so grayed (x4) |