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lara [203]
2 years ago
13

Okay so i have an "assignment" where you have to listen to cornerstone and fluorescent adolescent by arctic monkey :) rate them

both on a scale of 1-10 and be honest please.
also if you want can you listen to lavender by penelope scott.
English
1 answer:
konstantin123 [22]2 years ago
4 0

Cornerstone for me is a 7/10 and the other one a for sure 9/10 :)

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