



What ever happened to predictability? The milk man, the paper boy, evening T.V. When did I get to living here? Somebody tell me please. This whole worlds confusing me.
Clouds as mean as you ever seen. And a bird who knows your tune. And that little voice inside you wispering. Kid don’t sell your dreams so soon.
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how am i meant to control my life i can’t even control my hair
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