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What about your town?
It's defective!
It's a dead end street to me
What about your school?
It's defective!
It's a pack of useless lies
What about your work?
It's defective!
It's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
It's defective!
It's dead and buried in the past
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What about hope?
It's defective!
It's corroded and decayed
What about faith?
It's defective!
It's tattered and it's frayed
What about your Gods?
They're defective!
They forgot the warranty
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What about love?
It's defective!
It's always breaking in half
What about sex?
It's defective!
It's never built to really last
What about your family?
It's defective!
All the batteries are shot
What about your friends?
They're defective!
All the parts are out of stock
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Some days I just pray to the God of Sex and Drums and Rock 'N' Roll.
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Maybe I'm lonely, And thats all I'm qualified to be
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Najgorzej jest wieczorami, gdy siadasz na łóżku i czujesz, że tak na serio
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jeśli twoim jedynym narzędziem jest młotek, wszystkie problemy postrzegasz
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mnie nie być. pisać koma bo ja na gg nie odpowiadać!
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Sto gorących słów, gdy na dworze mróz...
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Zarąbiście było! :DD. ;* | Mm.. ;*..
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