Saturday, December 11, 2010

we tripped the lights fantastic

Old 97's | Music Hall of Williamsburg | Brooklyn | 12.10.10

Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won't you stay? I can't play like I don't care.
I think you're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear.
I think you're fly and that's why I'm getting out of here.

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