Like Swimming - Foals
Here you are at the tip of my memory cliff and you only have one finger dug into the ground holding you together. I could stroke your nail and that would make you let go. But you, with lightspeed and mindblowing ninja skills, grab my wrist and heave yourself up on the right side and I am stunned at how willing I was to help you up and then lay on your chest as it rises and falls.
By the way, I do not apologize for the Foals overload because I am slowly grasping the sour reality that I will not be at Laneway and therefore have entitled myself to indulging in more Yannis than usual. SUCK ITTTTTTTTTTTTT
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