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Look at you, you're perfect Hoodie hanging just right Tattooed arm, cigarettes Unaware of your might Yeah, sure, your pants are baggy And your mesmer-eyes are blue And you leave me feeling hollow As she makes plans with you What do I have to offer? Suicides and unhappy times Compared to your youthful wonder I'm just four tracks and shitty rhymes
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