It’s a full moon, denim is tight And my flannel shirt is freaking out. Run for your life, cover your eyes, I don’t want you to see me party this hard. I’ve got a bone to pick with the morning sun and the first last call But I didn’t put my hair in a pony tail for nothing, so if I’m going home alone I ain’t going at all. (Taken with Instagram at Thunderdome)
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