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"Like lovers of the open shore -- What's the matter?
When you're sitting there with so much more --What's the matter?
While you're wondering what the hell to be
Are you wishing you were ugly like me?
Blame it on the girls who know what to do
Blame it on the boys who keep hating on you
Blame it on your mother for the things she said
Blame it on your father but you know he's dead" - MIKAMarie
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