Jag tror det knappt själv

Men sen i lördags

Vet jag nåt som jag alltid velat veta

Jag vet vad den sista jag älskar kommer heta

Cannot really believe it's twenty years ago now.

It seems very unreal even thinking about it as once being a matter of fact.

And I was only an onlooker.

At least one good thing has been accomplished since then,

right?

Where is love?

Does it fall from skies above?

Is it underneath the willow tree

that I've been dreaming of?

Tarot Sport.

And don't miss them at Bowery Ballroom, NYC, on November 2nd.

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by blood and by mean

I follow your lead