Rescued by the tidal wave: picked up by the dug outs and taken out by the drunken junk. To bus drivers and their secret dreams of being radio stars.
Overwhelmed in a zombie crowd.
(I talk too much about you
Their ears are getting tired of my singing all the night through
Let's just talk together
You and me and me and you
And if there's nothing much to say...*)
GOOD WEEKEND.
(* the purple bottle animal collective)
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