Big brown eyes, and a gust of wind,
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "The end
Is coming soon," but not soon enough.
Restring all your guitars,
Pack up all your stuff,
'Cause if Robert's dad is right,
We might not make it through the night,
And I'd hate to go alone.
Oh, please pick up the phone.

I have had the live version of this song on repeat for the past half-hour and have been dancing around my apartment, singing at the top of my lungs and scaring the hell out of the cat.

Old 97's - Big Brown Eyes (Alive and Wired version)

YOU GUYS, TWENTY-ONE DAYS FROM TODAY I GET TO SEE THEM AGAIN.

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