Take all your plans, pretend they fell through

All that I can do is sing a song of faded glory
And all you got to do is sit there, look great, and make them horny
Together we will sing songs and tell exaggerated stories
About the way we feel today, in the night, and in the morning

txt: Julian Casablancas - Out of the blue


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