This is the final draft! And I know it never touched you like I did. So, I wrote a hit play, and I still fucked up. Sounds about right. Cos it got dull, and you got bored, and I got tired. But now we're growing, although i'm still in love with this city. And the sun shines, and the breeze blows, and life's not all bad. Cos i've got my friends, and i've got my legs, and you can't take them. So I wrote a hit play, and I still fucked up, cos you got bored with all the after-school clubs.
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