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Musical Insults
Brand New: Have another drink and drive yourself home. Hope there’s ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seat belt and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Mayday Parade: I hope you fall into the ocean, and the current leaves you helpless, swimming around, as the waves crash over you until you drown and float away.
The Maine: You’re as fake as the moans you make. And you’re as weak as the hearts you break.
We are the In Crowd: You’re not quite Satan, but I really think I hate you.
All Time Low: THAT GIRL THAT GIRL SHE’S SUCH A BITCH
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