i dont need to sell my soulhe's already in methere once was a boy and a girl who were mis-matched in every possible way. she wore thick lines of kohl under her eyes, dyed her hair every other weekend, wrote in composition books, and smoked far too many cigarettes. he had long hair lightened blonde by surfing every morning, friends who invited him to keg parties that he never took her to, and lectured her on giving up cigarettes even though he smoked pot daily. despite all of the difference between them they could not seem to get enough of each other in those first few months when everything was new. music seemed to be the thing that connected them. they were fond of lying on her bedroom floor side-by-side and fingers entwined, letting the music pour out of her stereo speakers and wash over their bodies. it was summer and the heat left ripples of sweat that trickled across their skin, but the music seemed cooling, even when their bodies twisted and tangled together; music mixing into passionate release.this song was part of their short lived summer's miscalculated romance.lucy.
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