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I know!!! That's how I heard about this song...I've listened to it like a bazillion times. OMG, so good :3 They played in the city at bottom of the hill like a year ago right after I found out you'll see them free for the rest of your life if you get a tattoo of their logo.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I thought about it. I won't lie. <3