final fantasy - jars of lars lyrics
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while you were out s-xing
i was a chef soaking
one hundred tissues with sweat and moisturizer
in my head burned a picture
of your face with my privates
i read your diary it said: i’ve been a good son
all it takes is a good job
to take you out to dinner, but
i traded the volvo for pot.
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