Last night, listening to some music. Unremarkable, undistinguished, a mixture of songs and singers with which I am unfamiliar. They sounded a lot the same.
Then, out of nowhere, the line: I'm too old for the girl I love, but she doesn't know it yet.
Can't shift it out of my head, now.
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