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[blacklace_ice]

what a chore...
all your wounds are full of salt.
Everything's a stress and what's more,
well it's all somebody's fault.
Makes you sick, makes you ill,
makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
Had it up to the gills... makes you cry,
while the milk still spills.
Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
Well it's all a crying shame.
What left to

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[wearethenorm]

Somehow I knew you'd fall in love with that song. (=