Songs That Make You Feel All Gushy and Mushy Inside

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By Tim Pozzi

i can't escape this lonely traipse through the day, gardens of grey and immaculate ways to feel inane and lonely. there's only so much time to kill, time to drill the boredom out, call the soldier back to his post. and would you know it, there's the sun again... hiding but i'll try my very best to find it.

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