The hard truth is that I don't want to forget her. I want someone else to come along who compels me to forget. The salt lick of my fantasies must be replaced by visions of cloudy cotton dreams in comfort chimes or else I will implode from the vacuum of my unfulfilled desires. This is a Charlie Feathers tune that I messed up the lyrics on.
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