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On the twelfth day of Christmas, crazy_good_bass sent to me...
Twelve lost prophets running
Eleven mosh pits writing
Ten concerts offspring
Nine beetleborgs dancing
Eight oasis a-reading
Seven aviators a-snowboarding
Six incubus a-procrastinating
Five bo-o-o-ouncing souls
Four them jazzbeards
Three burning brides
Two hawthorne heights
...and a kasabian in an a static lullaby.
...I'm wondering if theres a theme to my life...