Look I own Yourself or Someone Like You. And that song about the chick going outta of town or some shit with bright lights was pretty good too, but seriously, Exile on Mainstream? And two discs. TWO DISCS (!) of hits. And I swear, though I was hungover, hot, and trekking to work at eight something on a Sunday morning, it wasn't the sun that made me squint, tilt my head and make a face; No, it was this poster plastered repeatedly in a row on some construction site.
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