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goodish times.

What if you crossed Leicester Square in 1997 while I was listening to buskers singing and playing the guitar?

'du är värd att dö för.'

'a body worn from fighting wars'

c'mon, take me for a ride.

tunes on a tuesday

'but it ain't that truth we chase. no, it's the promise of a better place.'

söndagslunken

'Your life may be bumpy. More so than the landing.'

'balancing on one wounded wing.'

'beneath it all, you're golden.'