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Ego of an aristocrat. So self-assured. You spoiled brat. To me it seems obscene. I just don't know how you live like that. You run up your tab so you've got some excuses to shrug off the blame as you hand out abuses to people that you think should cater to your wants, there simply for your uses. Ego of an aristocrat. So self-absorbed. You spoiled brat. Sense of entitlement. Indulge yourself and know you can't fall flat. Blacking out, having fun. Every time a different lucky one. Caught up in the web you've spun. Different morning, same old sun. Tear-stained pillow and you've run. What have you done? Bright young things circle like vultures. My stomach turns. Detest your culture. No control, a lack of care. No consequence, no cross to bear. On the town you take your pick. Bright young things you make me sick.
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