Every once and awhile a song and it's lyrics will hit you right in the feels and fill you with that happy sadness that only nostalgia can bring. The lyrics are like the soundtrack of my youth.
"Skate boards and 40oz bottles, brass knuckles and monte carlo's. Waiting at the pay phone for drugs that will never come. So broke. So poor. So we lived for everything they couldn't take . . . "
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