We’ll save the world with our part time jobs
We’ll save the world with our part time jobs
Pen, pencil, paper
Basis for some new life or things that make my day
We get stuck in some stationary shop
Dreaming about furniture that smells plastic
We even got a life and so we keep our new diary empty, white
And sometimes we try to close the trick
But sometimes we can’t and it’s oh, so, sad
We are wannabees
We the mallrats
We get stuck with hello kitty
We, the mallrats
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