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| Ya Know, I was young and pretty once. | |
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| Men, even cathartic stick figures desired me, wanted me, and would sell their souls to be with me. | |
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| Maybe if I don't look up she wont ask me for change. | |
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| Now I have to blow pink mutant donkeys in Tiajuana just to make a buck. | |
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