They’re Playing Our Song

I hear the song playing when I walk into the festival, and there’s an old lover in my head. Again. I thought I kicked him out the last…

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I hear the song playing when I walk into the festival, and there’s an old lover in my head. Again. I thought I kicked him out the last time, when I realized he was living in my head rent-free. But all it takes is a local band covering radio hits for him to be right back in there, as real as if he was standing right…