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It's killing time the t.v.'s on with a bottle of shit buried needle the record player's forgotten not to spin so, you're feeling useless well, the bidding starts at $19.95 and while the survey says 'cheers and applause' another hour dies jacking off again 40 oz in the fridge have these dreams put to sleep so call me up and tell me something i'm dying to believe i don't know I don't care i just sit and stare now i don't think i just listen to the drone of this old being friday night Letras de cancionessteppin' out and talkin to the same so, how's your family how was school conversation strain force endurance from this class it's 11:45 two more hours lumber past and i feel like i tried fucking off again talking to this bitch she hates me i hate her so shut me up and take me somewhere i'm dying to leave i don't know i don't care i just sit and stare now i don't think i just listen to the drone of this machine [2x] i just listen to the voice of this machine From Letras Mania