Holt's house.
Surf and turf with a king crab leg.
Sky after a storm.
Mini-golf.
Whataburger.
The Mars Volta.
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- I gotta keep moving.
- No one hears me.
- You look me in the eyes.
- I'm going back to Denver.
- Fall apart in front of me.
- From the cradle.
- Get out.
- My eyes dig in.
- This cursed earth.
- Kiss or kill.
- Roar.
- Don't go around breaking young girls hearts.
- Just sleep tight.
- This door will open.
- Do I get the gold chariot ?
- Why must it be a dream?
- Bombing the sunset.
- Twisted firestarter.
- Plea.
- Blood in the water.
- I've been looking so long.
- Age of consent.
- No school.
- Covering our tracks.
- I've never felt so strange.
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1 comment:
uh... im a creep for finding your blog, i know, but i also went to whattaburger when i drove x-country!
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