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The Engine Driver // The Decemberists
“I’m a money lender, I have fortunes upon fortunes. Take my hand for tender, I am tortured, ever tortured. And if you don’t love me let me go! And if you don’t love me let me go… And I am a writer, writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home. And I’ve written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones. I am a writer, I am all that you have home, home… And I’ve written pages upon, pages, trying to rid you from my bones…my bones…my bones.”
Singing this as loud as possible on the way back from Atlanta late at night with Beeg Seester will always be one of my favorite memories.
:’)
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