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People Say:

If winter ends by bright eyes is so underappreciated
Bright eyes of the solstice wherever your mind is heading from a freight train city.
Youre just bones and a beating heart and a pair of bright eyes how did you fuck me up so bad
There is a woman on this train platform at Park St. singing a ukulele cover of Bright Eyes' "First Day of My Life." We've hit peak twee.
Bright eyes just make me feel every emotion at once i love them so much like !!!