Hey chief, how's the status puddle?
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Is it hard to hold your bad breath?
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How's the picture-perfect likeness?
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Nice frame for the way you see yourself.
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Smile.
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Look into the blaze of our old school.
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Denial.
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Nice move.
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The hundred meter rhythm;
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you always go the distance.
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A memoir shared in our honor.
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Nostalgia's under-current;
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it must be such a burden.
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You see them on the way down stream.
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I followed and dated the road I hated.
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This farewell in lieu of the letter I shoulda...
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I'll never be able to withdraw the message sent.
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The status pool defines you;
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the photos will remind you.
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You reinvented your minor world...
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and drove into town.
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Bite the hand feedin';
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leave it bleedin'.
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Go and be able;
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earn your label.
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I heard you were better than the letter from some long-forgotten friend.
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Inbred.
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Hey chief how's the karma struggle?
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Is it hard to hold your bad breath?
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How's the picture-perfect ending?
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Nice frame for the way you see yourself.
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Click.
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Smile.
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See you on the way back to your school.
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I'll see you on the way to our old school.
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Status Pools
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