defending our rights from the ramparts
Heard on the way home:
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…
I know. I’ve been singing this song since election day.
Yeha… I am occasionally a little slow .
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on the way home:
I know. I’ve been singing this song since election day.
Yeha… I am occasionally a little slow
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