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Brother, oh brother

He makes me feel sick.
He makes me feel dirty.
He makes me use soup like never before.
Scrub, scrub, scrub.
He is the one that makes me cut myself.
He's the one that makes me hate myself.

Why do I have to love him?




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Publicerad 2009-08-22 18:53



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