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I can’t forget the old days, endless weekends, a party for every holiday. Take a left on S Waccamaw, there’s a shed in the back behind the addition. Just walk in. It didn’t matter the day, just bring your face- they had the space If you felt alone. When you couldn’t go home, it wasn’t your home, but you didn’t have to go home. Noah, a tear squeeze, going off on his piano, Ellery, with his sticks and drums, Ted, coming around the corner, to show everyone how it’s done. They wore their hearts on their torn sleeves, if you gave them a night they’d give you what you need. Because Boy will be boys, and they knew how to reach new heights, they’d take you flying with them pulling the sadness out of any night.
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2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
Boys will be Boys
I can’t forget the old days, endless weekends, a party for every holiday. Take a left on S Waccamaw, there’s a shed in the back behind the addition. Just walk in. It didn’t matter the day, just bring your face- they had the space If you felt alone. When you couldn’t go home, it wasn’t your home, but you didn’t have to go home. Noah, a tear squeeze, going off on his piano, Ellery, with his sticks and drums, Ted, coming around the corner, to show everyone how it’s done. They wore their hearts on their torn sleeves, if you gave them a night they’d give you what you need. Because Boy will be boys, and they knew how to reach new heights, they’d take you flying with them pulling the sadness out of any night.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
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