The song starts up.
Suddenly your brain flashes back to late nights lying on the faded corduroy couch with your first girlfriend. Scratchy records spin in the background, the TV flickers on mute, and you cuddle under thin blankets while everyone sleeps upstairs. The chorus builds up as you kiss her in the shadows by the ping pong table…
The song starts up.
And sends you way back.
AWESOME!
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