Justin
They're advertising on the TV.
"Become a soldier,"
It's still high school politics, you know.
Nothing's changed, jocks and assholes still don't know shit about aesthetic.
I think I smell a rat.
We sold our revenge, now we're working for them.
Where's the divide?
You know Justin? Well, Justin's dead.
And Yahoo won't let his family have access to his e-mail account,
The news reporter said:
"I feel so bad for you, it's so awkward.
There's really nothing I can say,
[Cut to commercial break]
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays from network and its affiliates."
So where's the divide?
Where's the divide?
Where's the divide?
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