"Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all." — Emily Dickinson
05 6 / 2009
listenin to some ole wilco
I long to hold you in my arms and sway Kiss and ride on the CTA I need to see you tonight And those bright lights
Oh chicagoo, wilco knows how to sing you so well.
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