Artist: Lovers Without Borders
Album: Detective
Release Date: October 1st, 2013
K Records
Olympia, Wash.

Lovers Without Borders - "Detective"

I like to make an assortment of electronic music. I also repost whatever music sounds good to my ears.

Want to send me music? Send it to: llennnn16@gmail.com

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