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No One’s Gonna Love You - Band of Horses
There is something ineffably romantic about last full shows and late dinners at a relatively obscure McDonald’s. It compares to waking up to the scent of pancakes. And naps on a rainy afternoon. A melancholic happiness, if such a thing exists. A quiet, a very quiet happiness.
I have the dreamer's disease.
