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Rad-ee-oh a' rumblin' Ridin' hard into & outta all directions. I'm being chased into the dawn by piano keys all sorts. Crumblin' boogie all, like, bumbling along into wee-hour Morn'. Three week ol' garbage Greetin' daylight Just like me. But I'm just 24 year old garbage gripin' white middle class YOU know it. And the Fridge cries the whole night LONG. From Somewhere else Minor chords Ring out from guitar, old-fashioned. *After this one I promise.*
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
1:22 AM BLUES
Rad-ee-oh a' rumblin' Ridin' hard into & outta all directions. I'm being chased into the dawn by piano keys all sorts. Crumblin' boogie all, like, bumbling along into wee-hour Morn'. Three week ol' garbage Greetin' daylight Just like me. But I'm just 24 year old garbage gripin' white middle class YOU know it. And the Fridge cries the whole night LONG. From Somewhere else Minor chords Ring out from guitar, old-fashioned. *After this one I promise.*
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
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