Don't Look. Just Listen.
Remember how wonderful you were in 1998, caught between this thing and that thing. Nobody was ever as ironic as you were in 1998. This is the result. I can't stop listening, it's like fucking Ginger Spice while Liz Phair smokes pot in the next room. I loved you then and I love you now. The mp3 is easy to find.
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