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Billboard Boyfriend


Now, don't cry, you've got

makeup on, and do you

really want streams of black running

down your face, do you want 

people to say

that it looks like your soul is

leaking out of your

eyes?

 

And now's aboutthe time that he

will realize that you fit him like

a glove,but

on the wrong hand so

how about you start running,

and keep your legs moving fast until

you drop dead orstart recognizing 

the streets.

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