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I laugh but it isn't real,
My old group of friends was always loud,
We were known as the bad kids of the school,
Only because we partied, drank, and smoked too much,
We all were friends until high school ended and we all went separate ways,
I went to New York and they went to Europe and LA,
And now i sit with people i don't care about all because when I was 17 we had to move to some stupid small town,
I still think about all are adventures and parties,
And still think how when 1 was sad we were all sad,
And how we all loved each other,
But know i can't even remember their last names,
All because of some stupid small town.

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