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I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras dreaming of Maria Callas whoever she is this fame thing, I don't get it I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves I can take you far this star thing, I don't get it http://vkontakte.ru/search?c%5Bq%5D=E-Bo |
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