Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see
John Newton, 1779
Liane pages: You know, every time I see you on that rooftop I just imagine you next to a gargoyle, your guitar leaning against it, a dark and smokey sky in the background and you just brooding. Brood brood broooooood. Blame pop culture. Rooftops are only for brooding or epic escapes via helicopters.
You paged Liane with 'Batman has to wait his turn for this rooftop, man.'
Nathan was a weird kid
Everybody said so
Had a couple earrings
Carried round a banjo
He lived in an Airstream
Got some sweet flamingos
Talked 'bout Bosnia
Carried round a banjo...
Joel
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