Come on a road trip. An adventure down a long road, that takes us far beyond the poplar trees on that hill to who knows where. Saturday night, Sunday morning, headlights cutting through the 3am mist, time to escape beyond the horizon.
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Weeks and months turn into years and who knows what surprises a new day will bring? As shelves fill with more songs, dust collects, memories accumulate and we pass through the lives of others, sometimes pausing, sometimes pulling up a chair, sometimes moving on. Thinking that tomorrow is going to be like yesterday. What do we know? I just like words and pictures, so why make excuses for collecting those either? But some things will never change, the sad songs will always be the best ones.
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