"Budding at my fingertips, touching you I start to bloom"
Jets to Brazil
Jets to Brazil
What cruelty lies in dreaming of things that one can never have; and in waking, the dream being put out like flood to a little flame
Start it off with lil bro and lil sis, and a damn good movie. Put a spin to it with friends, a-gobblin’ and a-laughin’. Top it all off with the stars in the sky shared with solitude — the makings of a perfect day.
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Mumford & Sons, I Gave You All