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Frank Mindingall
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Can't find myself a purpose in life
So everyday just feels like Sunday
When I have the time for my purpose in life
I don't do much of anything at all
I just get stuff and I throw it up
Into an existential vacuum turned on high
It's sort of like when you're craving laughter
But nothing seems funny at all
Prestigious jobs
Warm holes to cum in
They're just in my existential vacuum turned on high
Writer(s): Frank Mindingall
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