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“We're gonna get high, high, high, when we're low. The fires burn from better days. She scream why, oh why? I said I don't know!”

Quote by Billie Joe Armstrong

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Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong

Billie Joe Armstrong, born on February 17, 1972, is a renowned musician from the United States. He is the lead vocalist and guitarist of the iconic punk rock band Green Day, known for its blend of punk and pop elements. Armstrong has had a significant impact in the music industry, with his work deeply loved by fans around the world. more

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