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Testo: Arrogant Sons Of Bitches. Built To Fail. 2445.


Early today I went outside, I hopped on the bus (yo, its my ride).
Stepped off, and stepped out to work. Met my boss (he's a jerk).
Met this girl a few years ago. Me and her went out, you know.
Shouldn't have dumped her. I'm a snot. Because now she's really hot.
Summer days, I've been wasting them all away.
When I should have been thinking of a scheme to get her back.
****...last time we went out. 1234.
Now its weird, we always talk. When I walk around I see her a lot
and all my friends say that I suck. How could I have fucked that up.
When the summer's finally gone, she'll probably say "So long".
I have her number if I wanna call, but she's probably never home at all.
The summer's gone, now its cold. Neither of us have gotten too old.
I probably shouldn't have wronged that right, but I won't fuck that shit, I'm happy tonight