How can she love me if she doesn't even love the cinema that I love?
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It's always time for a bit of late 90s British indie pop on a sleepy Tuesday afternoon in the office.
Hope you've all got some good music on the go as we grind towards hump day.
How can she love me if she doesn't even love the cinema that I love?
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It's always time for a bit of late 90s British indie pop on a sleepy Tuesday afternoon in the office.
Hope you've all got some good music on the go as we grind towards hump day.
What!?
Where you at!?
Here I am! Spittin' fokken lyrics like, bam bam bam!
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So I got a boober craving and came back to ogle at @nebula @pugsie @chef and their lovely jubblies (I feel like I belong on a register just for writing that sentence, I'm such an inept pervert.)
I'm glad to see @hiptobes @waitformetoturnblue @elizathetroll and probably everybody else hasn't actually
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On Raglan Road, of an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew,
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
That I might one day rue.
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I saw the danger and I passed,
Along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief, be a fallen leaf.
At the dawning of the day.
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On Grafton Street, in November,
We tripped lightly along the...
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