Who cares if you can't sing. Sing louder.
"I figured, if you don't want my essay, I'll write a book."
I'm such a sucker for saxophone, trumpets, and strings.
Girls in ties.
Free love. Easy love. Breathe in, breathe out, exhale music, breathe it out through your hands, and put that shit on a CD for me.
You are stuck in my head.
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