Everything will be Okay from No Star gives me the warm mushy, “everybody hurts” kind of feeling leaving me with the urge to hug strangers and thank bus drivers for a job well done. It sets me on the verge of getting out of my car, climbing on top of it and dancing or looking around with a faint dying hope in my eye. But I don’t have a car, so I’ll have to take a cab or commandeer a stranger’s vehicle for climbing.
In the interest of my currently clean criminal record, I will stick to thanking bus drivers and No Star.
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