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We used to leave the blue lights on and there was a beat ever since you have been gone it's all caffeine-free faux punk fatigue said it all before they

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All the gold And the guns In the world Couldn't get you off All the gold And the guns And the girls Couldn't get you off All the boys All the choices

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