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You're 21
You're twenty-one today.
Im not sure how I feel about this.
I know I should call you
And tell you Happy Birthday.
That we should get together soon.
How I fucked up my favorite pants today.
That hat I made for you,is finished.
How I miss you a little bit.
That you better not get to drunk.
Im not sure how I feel about this.
I know I should call you
And tell you Happy Birthday.
That we should get together soon.
How I fucked up my favorite pants today.
That hat I made for you,is finished.
How I miss you a little bit.
That you better not get to drunk.
Published 21st Feb 2013
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