gingerale afternoon
by postmoderngirls;
The line ‘and I’m feelin’ like I’m leaving much too soon’, captures my exact sentiments as I get on a plane out of Africa.
Everyone told me she’d get in my blood.
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[no more going to the dark side, with your flying-saucer eyes]
Love, love, love this song.
Brilliant find. Added to my train journey playlist lol.