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Hey there. You’ve stumbled on a mess. It's not a complete mess, it's quite incomplete, but you might as well get comfortable.
And that's where the hornet stung me
And I had a feverish dream
With revenge and doubt
Tonight we smoke them outGordon Downie
Look at this mess.
This post is about listening to music and being sad. I hope the title made that clear. I listen to