The summer night
is the summer day,
in a daze, we fall asleep
in the a.m.
We wake up,
we find our friends,
we do it again.
Lamplight
can't save us now,
we're out hounding.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
The summer night
is the summer day,
in a daze, we fall asleep
in the a.m.
We wake up,
we find our friends,
we do it again.
Lamplight
can't save us now,
we're out hounding.
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