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So much angst, baby.
I hear a party downstairs. Party party people. Just dont rip 'em claws and hide yo fists. Then it'll be a real party.
Need a picnic/chillout sesh at barrage till morning. Dont need everyone there, just you and me baby. I'll strum you till my fingers go numb and we'll welcome the sunrise with my broken heart. Deal?
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