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Petite League
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Little Fourth of July
I call you Little Fourth of July A broken cloudy day still lights up the sky I bled out of the tiger's mouth When I was 17, when I was 17
I love you like a wasp loves honey Sell my soul for some of that Young Money I love you like an upstate winter Makes my word go from sweet to bitter
I've seen the world spin Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I've seen the suburban sin I wrote about growing pains through a Sparkling youth When I was 17, when I was 17.
I love you like a wasp loves honey Sell my soul for some of that Young Money I love you like an upstate winter Makes my word go from sweet to bitter
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