“We can't help that we popular
And all these folks want to flock to us
Come to a show and just rock with us
A million plus with binoculars
Imma be, Imma be, Imma be, Imma be..”
Groaning while flipping over in his king-sized bed, Junsu blindly smacked his hand near his bedside table in an attempt to shut his radio-alarm clock up.
Rubbing his
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