they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

do: think of death rattle + 18 August. 2005 = 7:31 p.m.

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fun w/ beck

:: random lyric generator :: part deux

Someplace I'd have so deep it's gettin' what can run in clear your kindness I let the bonfire burns the girl catch a fridge for now company missiles
Nothin happenin
Game or test tube babies I always change of chain reaction blowing leaves a pelican bone and jack-rabbits
of them there hasn't been diggin thru and everything's so hard, ain't saying

Forty miles on each arm $119.
Bust out what you're qualified
Dry

Styrofoam in remission

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