Those songs that always belong to certain people in our lives
Periods of time embodied in a thumping bass, strokes of the guitar, an enticing voice
Lyrics custom made to memories
Remember our song was on repeat that summer
In my mind it can only be you
And the background to those nights on the coast
As my heart stopped and thundered
The first time your bare skin touched mine
It's lost that edge of meaning after all this time
But there's still the ghost of feeling when it shuffles to my ears
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