Shinedown throwing out all that free shit that i should have stayed front and center for.. but i couldnt breathe.. anyone who was front row knows what im talking about, it was difficult to last as long as we did screaming, jumping being pushed and crushed and sweating at like 102 degrees from all the friction and closeness and there was no love from water bottles til it was too late for me
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