8-Track

A song a day, most days.

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It's been apparent for years, but I'm officially putting this blog in mothballs. Never had many followers, but for a while there, it really was a blast.

Thanks everyone!

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You should take some time to figure out your life.

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That's why we're living in days like these again

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I'm growing up and I'm giving in, and it's starting to hurt.

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As we're bouncing up and down trying to make the floor break, stop sneering at our joy like it's a careless mistake.

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I will hang out in your feelings until the end of time

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This ain't living.

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I desire a second chance. I have set myself on fire.

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I dreamt last night you were mouthing my name under blue skies.

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I like it very much!

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Petit Sékou

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The doctor told me not to go outside. He told me I could get sick and die.

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Note my screams of joy

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She could say anything, at anytime, so any mention of plea bargains is making everybody feel uptight.

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Got out of a dream today, in the graveyard where I do my dreamin'.

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You look like a chicken. Like a chicken, baby, in the kitchen.

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Where the cotton meets the corn, a bad man can get a real good start