"You say it's all in my head and the things I think just don't make sense. So where you been then? Don't go all coy, don't turn it round on me like it's my fault. See I can see that look in your eyes. The one that shoots me each and every time. You grace me with your cold shoulder. Whenever you look at me I wish I was her. You shower me with words made of knives. Whenever you look at me I wish I was her..."
just a quick shout out to adele. thank you for being amazing. thank you for having the most brilliant voice out there today. thank you for writing these fantastic songs. thank you for making music. you have made me a believer. of what, i'm not entirely sure yet. but i know i believe
don't let anyone tell you differently.
if you pick up any album this year, make it adele's '19' -- if you can get your sweaty paws on the extended version with the live stuff i urge you to do so.
cold shoulder
A long-time music lover who likes to share her genre-and-era-jumping playlists with the internet at large, even though only she reads them in the end.
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