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I've got nothing to say
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I'm in utter dismay
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I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to give
Got no reason to live
But I'll kill to survive
I've got nothing to hide
Wish I wasn't so shy
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I'm in utter dismay
I've got nothing to say
...
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to give
Got no reason to live
But I'll kill to survive
I've got nothing to hide
Wish I wasn't so shy

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foralways:
Hello fellow hertfordshire dweller.

luckie:
Haha, aww. Friday night's shouldn't always be spent out of the house. Infact, I hate going out! The only reason I used to go out on a friday night until about 5am, was because I worked on the door at a club! Heh. It's nice and warm, dry, and comfy at home, plus...you can't get started on at home for trivial things by drunken dickheads
(although I suppose it's still possible, haha)
xox

