ᵗʰᵉ ᵏᶤˡˡᵉʳ ᵏᶤᵗᵗᵉᶰ ⁻ ᵇˡᵒᵍᵍᶤᶰᵍ ˢᶤᶰᶜᵉ Ձ૦١૦
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Want it all the time need it everyday
Tomorrow’s way too far away
In my fantasy we’re running wild
They stare at me while I stare at you
Shake it, break it, make it bounce!
I’m gonna show him what a little girl’s made of, gunpowder and lead!
There’s a smile when the pain comes
Just a second we’re not broken just bent
I told the story, you hate the ending
Follow “ᵗʰᵉ ᵏᶤˡˡᵉʳ ᵏᶤᵗᵗᵉᶰ ⁻ ᵇˡᵒᵍᵍᶤᶰᵍ ˢᶤᶰᶜᵉ Ձ૦١૦”
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