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| The Normal It's cold out and smells of tobacco and I have the feeling that I lack Oh, the social graces to mingle with these faces is something not to be desired I'd much rather get fired than have to live here for the rest of the year This life is different than what I want and to see other people is just to haunt The idea of perfection The object of your affection Why is everything so fake/so formal? I just don't want to be in the normal |
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