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written by emo to the skibbies08:14 PM 5/15/04Sixteen has come and not yet gone
Can I go back to my first birthday song?
Remembering all the things I should have done
Days are shorter but seem too long
If I could i'd take this gun
I'd start all over without you
Can't I find a new place to go to?
My tears would be dried under another sun
Times of childish joy dont come
Not like days before I can remember
The problems were neverless simpler
The bitches here get dumber and dumber |
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