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could keep these dreams from hurting me No no, nothing could keep these dreams from fucking me up And then the worst thing happened The baby opened his eyes And he stared into mine And

What makes you think you can be so pretty? And what makes you think you can be so great? And what makes you think you can be so intelligent? And what

motherfucker I ever met. Thats 'cause smoking makes you cool, and smoking makes you rule. So just light up a smoke and you'll never go broke and you

come to phoenix? And why didn't mirah come to phoenix? Because the modified is too small And the marquis is too big And the complex is rightfully dead And

I like telling dirty jokes, and I like smoking crystal meth, but darling I love you. And I like laughing at retards, and I like throwing rocks at