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In a small, forgotten town, where the streets were lined with broken
Moose, with his towering frame and gentle heart, was the kind of
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long
As they drove, the haunting melody of “One Headlight” played on the
Selso nodded, his eyes reflecting the dim light from the dashboard.
They drove past the old diner where they used to hang out, now closed
The night wore on, and the car’s engine hummed a comforting tune.
As the first light of dawn began to break, Moose and Selso found
Do you agree with the toasties given?
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By JAM ROOM TAPES PODCASTIn a small, forgotten town, where the streets were lined with broken
Moose, with his towering frame and gentle heart, was the kind of
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long
As they drove, the haunting melody of “One Headlight” played on the
Selso nodded, his eyes reflecting the dim light from the dashboard.
They drove past the old diner where they used to hang out, now closed
The night wore on, and the car’s engine hummed a comforting tune.
As the first light of dawn began to break, Moose and Selso found
Do you agree with the toasties given?
Make sure you check out the song here:
https://open.spotify.com/track/0z1b34WikhOH9ZxU8QDWcv?si=ffb2f8a8a9f540b4
You can also follow our running playlist here:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5iOOJrkJrxE1m8y31tIgW3?si=3a938433b2c94bfd
Check us out on Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/jamroomtapes/
If you have any suggestions or song requests you can email us at [email protected]