Heard
Neon lights, A Nobel Prize
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
I do not think I will ever be able to see Our Glorious President’s face again without hearing these righteous guitar riffs…
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I know. I’ve been singing this song since election day.
Yeha… I am occasionally a little slow
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