When the day knocks the wind out of you, and words fail you, and you feel like screaming "What's going on?"
All the while wishing you were in such a peaceful place that you could stand balanced on one leg, and just let your fingers dance and your guitar wail, while your frizz mop hung over your face to shade you from the blinding lights
One night only special guest appearance by Emo Fob
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