Wednesday 21 November 2007 photo 1/3
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I was locked all day in the summer heat, In a small brown house in suburban streets, The skateboard and my shit guitar, I dreamed all day that they would get me far, My dad would ask me about my grades, The asshole sports that I never played, And then I'd ask about the girls he'd date, Behind our backs when mom would stay up late.
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