When your soul connects to a song and you put it on repeat for days it can anchor memories with emotions that later can transport you back to a person you once were.
In the tool shed, sitting on the lawnmower, smoking a stolen cigarette, watching the smoke mingle with dust sparkles in the light shaft of little window and cracked door.
Zombie, zombie, zombie, eh, eh, eh, it's in your head-ed, in your head-e-a+Ed, zombie! Zombie! Zombie!
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