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Dear demisexuals with high libidos and demisexuals who have sex strictly to relieve said high libido, you are valid <3
Model: Kelleth Cuthbert
Artist: Maria Dimova
Mood: Quirky; Happy Year Released: 2010 Lyrics: Walking up to me expecting Walking up to me expecting words It happens all the time Present company excepted Present company except the worst It happens every night Present company excluded every time Present company, the best that you can find Talking like a jerk Except you are an actual jerk And living proof that sometimes friends are mean Present company expect it Present company, just laugh it off It's better than it seems Present company excluded in every way Present company, makes me wanna stay Killing it with close inspection Killing it can only make it worse It sort of makes it breed Present company accepting Presently we all expect the worst Works just like a need Present company excluded in the night Present company included in the fight Don't you want me to wake up Then give me just a bit of your time Arguments are made for make-ups So give it just a little more time We've got to bring our results I wanna play it 'til the time comes But there's a string of divorces You go and throw your little hands up I miss the way the night comes With friends who always make it feel good This basement has a cold glow Though it's better than a bunch of others So go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're blowing Marxism to pieces Baby, they're arguments, the pieces It's your show It's your show It's your show It's your show It's your show... Work a little bit... Every night's a different story It's a thirty car pile-up with you Everybody's getting younger It's the end of an era, it's true And you go Stop, stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, stop, stop Make me into bigger pieces So some of me is home with you Wait until the weekend And we can make our dreams come true And it's a-go Yeah, it's a-go And if we wait until the weekend We can miss the best thing to do Go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're blowing Marxism to pieces Maybe they're arguments, the pieces We should try a little harder In the tedious march of the few Every day's a different warning There's a part of me hoping it's true
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Model: Angela Sarafyan
Artist: Zanna Field
Mr. Little Jeans - The Suburbs (Arcade Fire Cover) Mood: chill/sad Lyrics: [Verse 1] In the Suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving You always seemed so sure That one day we'd be fightin' in the suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on The opposite shore But by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored We were Already Already Bored [Chorus] Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling, again [Verse 2] Kids wanna be so hard But in my dreams we're still screamin and runnin' through the yard And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall Nothin at all It meant nothin [Chorus] Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling Sometimes i can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling, and into the night [Verse 3] So can you understand Why I want a daughter while i'm still young? I want to hold her hand Show her some beauty, before the damage is done But if it's too much to ask If it's too much to ask Then send me a son Under the overpass In the parking lot i'm still waiting It's already passed So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass Cos it's Already past Already past [Chorus] Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling Sometimes i can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling, again Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling Sometimes i can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling, again