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Damned be me if this isn’t pop of the best kind, the kind that makes your blood race. You’ll never get me, you bastards, sons of bitches... When things are beautiful, you never find the way to say them.
Damned be me if this isn’t pop of the best kind, the kind that makes your blood race.
You’ll never get me, you bastards, sons of bitches... When things are beautiful, you never find the way to say them.
Dive into The Dentists' dreamy garage pop and feel the joyous pulse of timeless indie rock—listen now!
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