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The Copyrights We Didn T Come Here To Die

I'm not that funny not that nice I'm always right and I won't compromise bitch and moan a real headcase but she always has a smile on her face It'd be

She's got glasses on and I don't know if she reads with them or if she even needs them but I do She's got glasses on and I don't know if she reads with

it's a bad scene it's so boring We didn't come here to cry the graveyard's on the street We didn't come here to die We came here to live We didn't come here

all alone Why don't you go now you're not welcome Why don't you go now everyone's happy again Why don't you go now nobody likes you here and when you show up we

ears I don't want to meet you you don't want to meet me let's just cooperate and let each other be we won't play best friends we know we're not I don'

Do we really know our way? and does it really matter what you do everyday? Do we really have a place? or should we do more than just take up space? I

We need pills we're so depressed because we can't choose between Better or best We better get back up before we have something to really cry about We think we