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Jimmy Eat World - Your New Aesthetic lyrics
For your time its written out. Work means nothing by itself. These days are numbered, I can tell. Until the crash I'll write you down. Selection kills the old. Selection breathes on its own. Sing while you can. Now, while you can. |
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