Maybe this is somehow intended as ironic bad, but in the end it's just bad.
I think I came off as less self-conscious and awkward at my first Grade 7 dance than Ezra Koenig does here. (Though I'm pretty sure I wore my shirt just like that....)
Still, great song. Next time, go with claymation or something.
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