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Oct 2014
It's at times like these that your favorite song
comes on the radio,
on this frigid, stale day
then it slips into your ears,
and everything becomes wizadry,
ecstasy flows through your veins the way the sting of the vaccine might,
though this time it is injected through your ears,
and it is pleasant.
It's at times like these that you have to get up
and dance your worries and tears and problems away,
forget the task at hand,
and to sing at the top of your lungs!
*impromptu dance party* i havent done enough justice for the way i feel whenever "somebody told me" by the killers or any other of my favorite songs come on...
Creep
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