Just like every other morning I've woken up with that damn song stuck in my head again. After a night of vivid dreams and restful slumber I'm wondering why this song refuses to leave me. The days have been so lackluster lately, and the nights so mundane. Evenings with repetitive dinners because I'm too lazy to create. Evenings with nothing but repeats on the television set, but I'm drawn in anyways because my brain refuses to think. Everything around me is stuck in repeat, and perhaps I am too - at least in my head.
Go tell Aunt Rhody the old grey goose is dead
Oh, I know that feeling well...
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