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Starfox 64
02:44
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I'm gonna play Starfox in my room. No I'm not going out this weekend. Got a 16 inch cathode ray. 1990's graphics incredible.
And I don't mind, what I'm missing. It don't matter, whooo.
Look out there goes monkey man Andross. Spitting asteroids at my face. The phone's ringing I'm not answering. Empty beer cans surround me, whoa.
And I don't mind, what I'm missing. Not included, whooo.
I'm gonna play Starfox in my room. I'm gonna play Starfox in my room. And that's how it's gonna be. And I don't think you should care.
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Beach Simulator
01:36
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N/A
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Beach Witch
02:44
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I hear the same old stories, no every night whoa. And I don't want to go out, it's so goddamn repetitive. And every time I'm here I'm so bummed out whoa. And every time there's not a single person that I know.
The sun is setting and it's easy to see whoa. People come and go, but there is nobody here for me. And every time I'm here I'm striking out hard whoa. And it looks like that, I'll be going home alone again.
I hear the same damn songs, no every night whoa. And I don't want to go out, it's so goddamn repetitive. And every time I'm here I'm so strung out whoa. Been drinking since the morning, I just want to go home.
The sun is setting and it's easy to see whoa. People come and go, but there is nobody here for me. And every time I'm here I'm striking out hard whoa. And it looks like that, I'll be going home alone again.
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It's Fine
01:51
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I am calling in sick. The beach is calling my fucking name. Got a sunscreen and a 40. Let's go out in the sun.
The sun burns my fucking eyes. As you splash in the waves. Nothing better to do. No place I would rather be.
Tomorrow I am so screwed. But right now I just don't care. Run across the red hot sand. And open up another 40.
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Beefland
04:00
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N/A
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Sunshine
02:49
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Whoa. He is 5'6", he works a corporate job, and has a dog. Could he be any more plain? I don't know. But it don't matter one bit, no.
He dresses like a dad and when he goes out into the sun he burns up. And he can't eat spicy food but it's because the best. Whoa. Whoo.
Whoa. Whoo.
Whoa. Good, but he has been so much fun as I made since homecoming. Gone and done some matcha. But all times, one day they must come to an end. Whoa.
Now it is my turn to move the desert sands and burn. But it is always fine yeah. Cause I know, you're still one of my best friends. Whoo.
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Bikini Shark Salt Lake City, Utah
I wanna be a punk. I wanna be a dog. I wanna be Victorio.
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