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The gang of meths drinkers who lived in no place and no time
Nobody is pure, everybody has a price
Nonsense has a welcome ring
Adolescence is a marketing tool
The sunset is blue on mars
I would rather be a rebel than a slave
All good feelings have glass ceilings
I’ve got just enough low self esteem to get me where I want to go
Where’s the fun in doing what you’re told?
