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My Complaints of the world

I hate you, I hate life, I hate me. Now as the gust of wind blows her hair across her face. she learned how to dance finger tips across his lips, but never mine. Pardon me miss, could you blow me a kiss? I think I better call it all quits....

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Six in the morning. Its six in the morning and nobodys on, Its six in the morning and nobodys home, Its six in the morning and I missed my bus, Its six in the morning and i'm on suspension. Its six in the morning and nobodys on. OOOOHHHHH Its six in the morning and nobodys on, Its six in the morning and nobodys home, Its six in the morning and I missed my bus, Its six in the morning and i'm on suspension. Its six in the morning and nobodys on. && Yeah, I was singing that. X_x