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I'm just a pretty boy, whatever you call it
You wouldn't know a real man if you saw it
It keeps going on day after day, son
you fake, and if we don't want none
I'm sick and tired of people treating me this way everyday
Who gives a fuck?
Right now I got something to say
To all the people that think I'm strange
I should be out of here locked up in a cage
You don't know what the hell is up now anyway
You got this pretty-boy feeling like I'm enslaved
To a world that never appreciated shit
You can suck my dick and fucking like it
He had my gun but he had to find the money any say
He had my gun but he had to find the money anyway
He had my gun but he had to find the money don't wanna say
He had my gun but he had to find the money anyway
He had my gun but he had to find the money any say
He had my gun but he had to find the money going away
He had my gun but he had to find the money don't wanna say
He had my gun but he had to find the money don't anyway
I'm just a pretty boy, I'm not supposed to fuck a girl
I'm just a pretty boy, living in this fucked up world
All my life, who am I?
I'm just a faget
Faget
I'm a faget
Faget
I'm not a faget
What am I?
Faget
You mother fucking queers
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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