... and there'll always be a phone to ring at three in the morningyou'll always have someone to drive you home.Neckerchief
TIGHT, beret
POISED. "You fill me with inertia." Ghosts of creeping Britpop. A thousand red wine stains and cigarette butts. A nervous glance over your shoulder to your teenage self, dancing always dancing. "There are wants and there are needs and they're two very different things...." Second listen and it's hitting harder. It's under my skin. It's driving me home. All aching sapphic lust and pulp fiction romances. Damn, if I was 19 knowing what I know now....Shall I rate this in stars? Four out of five.
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