chumptastic
shine on, you crazy diamonds.
| this is the slow sick sucking part of me. |
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| don't be testy, i'm not breaking up with you. |
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| NOT making a deposit at the eye bank. |
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| i was touched by god - but not in that way. |
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| can you imagine how big jesus would be if only he'd played the guitar? |
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| it's like watching a dog play the piano. |
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| we could fake our deaths to get insurance money, take on hippy names, i'll be snowfish, you'll be sunny |
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| she said it was all make believe, but i thought she said maple leaves. |
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| shampoo will play you for the fool |
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| the hardest part about being me: mustache. |
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| you rock, rock. |
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| candy treats me so good, like i knew that she would. |
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| mmmm, barbe à papa! |
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| i'm like a sexy hamburger. |
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| telecom is dead to me. just like my phone is dead to me. |
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| the future is the past |
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| is off vacances. |
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| is cursing the end of his vacances. |
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| i am caring deeply about twitter. |
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