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“What Could I Sell” | Lande Hekt 🎶
» I’ll meet you in Copenhagen—you know I fucking hate to fly. Look how much time it’s taken; I think I’m going to die.
» What could I sell to come and see you? Who could I tell, other than you, that I don’t feel like this often? I don’t feel like this often.
» I know that I don’t—I know I don’t really know you. I know that I might—I know that I might not get to.
