On the evening bus,
as alcohol flows through the veins of the college kids sitting in the back
The sober crowd's ironic cheeks glow rosy red,
as Amy Mae walks straight through a brick wall
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 1:20 AM UTC
On the evening bus,
as alcohol flows through the veins of the college kids sitting in the back
The sober crowd's ironic cheeks glow rosy red,
as Amy Mae walks straight through a brick wall
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