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OP’s TSotD-Counting Crows

This song man….   A long December and there’s reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving Now the days go by so fast And it’s one more day up in the canyon And it’s one more night in Hollywood If you think that I could be forgiven I wish you would The smell of hospitals in winter And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters but no pearls All at once you look across a crowded room To see the … Continue reading OP’s TSotD-Counting Crows