I hiccup to my home, to my room, staggering in the yellow light. And I can only hope everything's gonna be alright.
Thursday, August 21, 2003
The asphalt.
I hiccup to my home, to my room, staggering in the yellow light. And I can only hope everything's gonna be alright.
I hiccup to my home, to my room, staggering in the yellow light. And I can only hope everything's gonna be alright.
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New York City