 | There are two colours in my head... Black and white are all I see. And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues. Because I'm coming down, crashing back down to you-- | |
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| Dude! Amalgamating faux-indie lyrics doesn't make you cool. Stop trying so hard. Get your own identity, free from the misguided teenage angst of post-80's private-schooled causeless rebels. | |
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