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I'm anonymous, this |
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I promise, and |
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I'd rather love to keep it like this, |
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You'd rather be there, in the distance, and fake this, that anyone remembers your name the second greatest mistake, that you've ever made, will it be your last, and |
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I don't need a dictionary, for all the names you call me, you're not as clever as you think you are, |
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Is this the case? |
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We're your run of the mill, your worst mistake? |
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I'll be part of this firing party, till my gut is packed of bullets, shot by the neighborhood kids. (And we don't give a fuck) |
