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Little Motel by Modest Mouse
Well I can see it in your eyes, like I taste your lips And they both tell me that we’re better than this
That’s what we’re waiting for, aren’t we?
We treat mishaps like sinking ships
Little Motel by Modest Mouse
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY