Like a half-remembered conversation the morning after when the taste of someone else's smoke on your clothes and a thick coat of fur on your tongue reminds you of what you wanted to say, what you could have said and the rubbish that you came out with instead. I heard this song and I thought of you (how's about that for drama). I know what I'll be doing for karaoke in the future - file with the jumpsuit Elvis numbers.
The Czars - Bright Black Eyes
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