Hanging out hard, trying dick, completely covered type
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Stole money, pissed off relatives, almost homeless
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Listens to shit, but as a dude he is handsome
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And just wants to be ready for the very
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Licks everything from someone to zero, but believes that
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He remains himself, eager for a dream
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Depresses, uses bad dumb females
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And just wants to be ready for the very
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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Disappear, disappear, disappear right in the crowd
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Disappear, disappear, disappear right in the crowd
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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Cursing, poking fakes into the frame, likes to be bad
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Gets tattoos, wears an undercut, carries a skateboard with him
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Chokes on any leftist radical zaum
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Just wants to be ready for the very thing
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Sweetly coquettishly posts on Instagram naive -
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A sugary mix of cheap truths is waiting for your like
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Facial expressions like in porn, where they trained for the exam
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Just wants to be ready for the very thing
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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Disappear, disappear, disappear right in the crowd
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Disappear, disappear, disappear right in the crowd
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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In the hangar at the party in her hands the guest list
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Caught in it from someone's nickname, he and show up
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She even blushed: I'm sorry, I'm a damn fool
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Yes, stop it, now together we will come up with a new nickname for me
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Communication was found without tricks and tricks, It's wireless
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Wow, they fell for each other, wow, they fell for each other!
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Fresh, hormones beat and twig as if for analysis
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The paren of bodies, the glow of the spirit from their tombs
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Ached all the days of fifteen muscle pop groups
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Whipped each other into butter, riddled into corpses
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Neighing, swore, vomited, and there was awe and rudeness
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Everything that they could imagine, they did with each other
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Fuck fucked up, two tattoos on faces with names
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They dug up a slice, the one that they didn’t remember from childhood
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Having digested a little, crawling away from the genitals, they began
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Positive there, love, blah blah post in the comments
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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Disappear, disappear, disappear right in the crowd
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Disappear, disappear, disappear right in the crowd
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear
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Disappear, disappear, disappear right in the crowd
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Disappear, disappear, disappear right in the crowd
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Cupid, they're here, right in the crowd, give a salute
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A couple of missiles right in the chest, because if not, they will disappear |