Love's a hand-me-down brew, I'll never know a Sunday, in this weekday room. One o'clock till four, and Lord, how slow the moments go. And all I do is pour black coffee, since the blues caught my eye. I'm hangin' out on Monday, my Sunday dreams to dry.
Englischer Garten, Munique
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I'd rather be a joker :p
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