You used to read my blog as if you wanted to get to know me


Yesterday was the kooks trying to speak french between their best songs at the casino de paris.

Paper dreams honey

Let it be. Silly song, really. You let it be, it returns. There's the truth. You let it be, it drags you to the ground. You let it be, it crawls up your walls

I was born by the river

Like im indestructible

And it's hard to dance with the devil on your back so shake him out

You're a big brother now

I'm on the edge of glory

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