Smells like Teen spirit

Crashed on the floor when I moved inThis little bunk alone with some strange new friendsStay up too late, and I'm too thinWe promise each other it's til the endNow we're spinning empty bottlesIt's the five of usWith pretty eyed boys girls die to trustI can't resist the dayNo, I can't resist the day-michelle branch


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Marcus Ohlsson