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We were never much for                                            shopping malls We weren't interested in                                              t a l k i n' **** We chose your basement and a case over every single                                                    house kegger for four years straight We bought concert tickets on                                              prom night We drove to Philly with a couple forties and ~l A u g H E d~ so hard our ribs ached Always doing 100 miles an hour                                           down the                          freeway listening to Scranton punk and flicking dead joints out the passenger side window On l a z y nights we'd park at the church up the road a little ways from my house I'd watch your lips move                                                                                  slow and careful as you sang under the street lights and asked "how am I sounding?" I'd usually tell you ...it could be better Just because I wanted to listen to you try again And again and again until it was stuck in my head Oh, I swear You're Still Stuck In My Head
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
You, On Loop
We were never much for                                            shopping malls We weren't interested in                                              t a l k i n' **** We chose your basement and a case over every single                                                    house kegger for four years straight We bought concert tickets on                                              prom night We drove to Philly with a couple forties and ~l A u g H E d~ so hard our ribs ached Always doing 100 miles an hour                                           down the                          freeway listening to Scranton punk and flicking dead joints out the passenger side window On l a z y nights we'd park at the church up the road a little ways from my house I'd watch your lips move                                                                                  slow and careful as you sang under the street lights and asked "how am I sounding?" I'd usually tell you ...it could be better Just because I wanted to listen to you try again And again and again until it was stuck in my head Oh, I swear You're Still Stuck In My Head
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25/F/American
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
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