And what happens when William Orbit thinks, “Damn, Yesterday’s Gone was an awesome track?”
This happens.
This song is a summer night. Where my mother can see me. Rolling a joint.
There’s an extra chair on the porch, Geoffrey Snyder.
the indian wind along the telegraph lines
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And what happens when William Orbit thinks, “Damn, Yesterday’s Gone was an awesome track?”
And what happens when William Orbit thinks, “Damn, Yesterday’s Gone was an awesome track?”
This happens.
This song is a summer night. Where my mother can see me. Rolling a joint.
There’s an extra chair on the porch, Geoffrey Snyder.