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9 Days

I promise that when I get home I'll stop posting on here so often. See, because when I go home, I'll actually have things to do, rather than just think too much and then write dumb things on a blog nobody reads.
"Your arm in mine, here near midnight, and it feels so right" - Now that was an amazing night.
"The stereo sings our song, we don't hesitate to sing along" - I miss driving downtown during summer nights with the windows down.
"'It's fragile', she says to me. The hair in her eyes, she removes it smiling" - I wish someone had written that line about me. I love it.
"Pick it up, pick it up" - I have no clue what we're picking up, but it's still the best part on the album.
"Pick up my ticket to any where but here. It's got six strings and a soul" - The most amazing description ever!
Side note: Ang, can you believe that he wrote those genius lyrics on the EP when he was younger than me, heck, maybe even younger than you?

I think we are picking up a magazine review?

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