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oh man am i tired.
feet. so sore.
and i think i'm gonna be damn hungover.
but i'm listening to the moody blues right now
and my room is quite comforting
and my hoodie is warm.
and my friends rock.
yep.
it was so good to see so many people over.
especially on such a wet and dreary night.
p.s. this song is awesome.
Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.
i don't think anyone could get away without writing this stuff nowadays without the slightest bit of irony.
feet. so sore.
and i think i'm gonna be damn hungover.
but i'm listening to the moody blues right now
and my room is quite comforting
and my hoodie is warm.
and my friends rock.
yep.
it was so good to see so many people over.
especially on such a wet and dreary night.
p.s. this song is awesome.
Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.
i don't think anyone could get away without writing this stuff nowadays without the slightest bit of irony.