Well said you fannyblasting, toss-fucking spawn of your brothers wankstain on your mothers bed...
Or you know, we could get personal, and just call you a Coldplay fan...
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell,
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell.
Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps, but doesn't dream,
We must sing
We must sing
We must sing
I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DEATH AND GLORY....
And Im so clever But clever ain't wise
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