So I'm there charging around with a juggernaut brow. Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make. Cramming commitments like cats in a sack. Telephone burn and a purposeful gait, when out of a doorway the tentacles stretch of a song that I know and the world moves in slow-mo straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day. And it's you, and it's May, and we're sleeping through the day, and I'm five years ago and three thousand miles away...
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