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Texty: Fake I.D.. Fastfood Weekend.

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My mother's brother's friend's little sister is having a party.
I wish that I could go, everyone's gonna be there.
She told me so.
I sighed, lied said I didn't mind.
She said "Your only friends are in your band, please try to understand".
I tried calling all my friends never thought I'd see the day when,
I'd have all this time to waste.
So I decided to call Krik, but he's cybering with his online chick.
And Chief and Air Force One were making out.
So I went back home, spent the night alone.
The party was great, so I was told.
Maybe next time I'll go.
Probably just a fad, jealousy is all the fun you think they had.