I know where there is gas on tap...
I'm frightened of everything, that's why I look at you mean..
I could tell by the way they were swinging their lunch boxes, that this could be some shit..
whew.. they kept going...
I remember when it was totally safe to walk the streets..
what gas?
I didn't say anything about gas.....
I make things up for attention..
But I don't want to talk to you..

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