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My friends try to set me up many boys And when they do I feel torn inside Wishing desperatly that they knew the truth I don't like boys, they aren't my type   I like girls with long legs and pretty smiles
Day, it is the day where I hide myself Light reaches for every dark spot, nothing to hide Talks are short, superficial, lacks any personal substance Talks are loud, ornamental, giving no inclination in anything
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