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“We throw stones though we live in glass houses, We talk shit like its a cross to bare. You're only relevant 'til you get older. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer”

Quote by Alex Gaskarth

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Alex Gaskarth
Alex Gaskarth

Alex Gaskarth, born on December 14, 1987, is an accomplished musical artist from the United States. Known for his distinctive musical style and exceptional guitar playing skills, he is a founding member of the rock band All Time Low. Gaskarth's musical journey began in his teenage years, and his creativity and performance have been well-received by fans worldwide. more

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