I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late for things to come my way. It always ends up the same. Count your blessings. I must be missing, I must be missing the point. Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise. Count your blessings on one hand.
—from Boiled Frogs, a song by Alexisonfire
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |