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Your Stare |
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Your Stare |
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You don't know
your stare, How you look at me which your evil eyes, It's not punching or the hitting that hurts, No you don't do that, It's your looks, Your attitude. All I do is be me, what is wrong with me? I might not be skinny or pretty, but what do you call pretty? We all have different views......... why can you see mine before you stare. |
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