sang leaves atlanta next tuesday.
i'll fucking cry over every goodbye i want to and if you have a problem with that you can go straight to hell
because you knew me when i was a younger me
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I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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