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Rumors, gossip, I cant stand it, if I hear anymore Im gonna be sick. Everyones problems are your pleasure, talking down on others makes your lives better, youre useless. Blah blah blah, here we go again, Ill never see the day when this bulls**t finally ends. Youre the one who keeps the rumor mill alive and Im burning it down, I hope that youre inside. Youre us