but riding across a bridge and seeing this city's skyline set against
a hazy sunset, a fingernail clipping of the moon hanging over it all,
makes my heart yell, "Fugheddaboudit!"
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1918 | syrup |
Where I was is beautiful in a gluttonous-sweaty-bare tit kinda way,
but riding across a bridge and seeing this city's skyline set against
a hazy sunset, a fingernail clipping of the moon hanging over it all,
makes my heart yell, "Fugheddaboudit!"
but riding across a bridge and seeing this city's skyline set against
a hazy sunset, a fingernail clipping of the moon hanging over it all,
makes my heart yell, "Fugheddaboudit!"
