I think it's four, though one has the excuse of always being like this anyway.
Not. Impressed.
At all.
God, some days I wish I didn't love people so much.
Tired now.
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infuriated
I think it's four, though one has the excuse of always being like this anyway.
Not. Impressed.
At all.
God, some days I wish I didn't love people so much.
Tired now.
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So I was just thinking, ugh, I'm too crazy to post another song, why would I even bother anyway, when I was suddenly reminded of a track I had on Now…
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You know when everyone is going crazy about a book, or a film, or a band, and you just get sick to death of even seeing it mentioned, even by people…
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Well, clearly I'm not going to manage to post a song every day, because for the last...what is it, like, six? I have kept trying and then deciding…
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