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Patrick the Pan
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#idiots
Food and shoes
photographed
bordomes' child
cut the crap.
Like winter sun,
are birthday calls.
Damage done –
invisible.
Ref: Double-tap the body
Double-tap the soul.
Friendship is loading
I am lonely no more.
Is this the only way for two souls two communicate.
I am asking cause my heart still beats the analog way…
Lords and slaves.
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Body spam.
Ladders and snakes.
Roles has changed.
You think too less.
You share too much.
an empress
of idiots.
The wishing well is running dry.
All your friends do live wallpaper life.
It's your favorite waste of time.
Look into my eyes and say you're fine.
History call it modern times,
I call it the age of putrid minds.
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