Years ago this was also a purchase from a Boston bargain bin. I remember listening to this song on repeat for at least twenty minutes one night, huddled in a doorway waiting for the rain to at least let up enough to see more than 20 feet ahead of me on a walk home from Allston to Jamaica Plain.
This is where I realize my trouble comes with bluest eyes, oh...
Song for 3/11/11.
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