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| your best intentions splinter and fail... | |
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| what the fuck? why are you talking to yourself? | |
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| two packs of cigarettes, for 2 dollars and 70 cents... oh, what? oh... i was singing... | |
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| were you. what kind of fucked song sounds like that? you were really just talking. was it rap or something? | |
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| umm.. no. it wasn't. i was singing really. i do talk to myself but not now. now i'm really just rambling on for no reason because you don't care... | |
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