Forgotten must be.

It's that song on the radio they haven't played in years, but it gets in your head and you wonder why you haven't listened to it recently, sought it out. You wonder why you let it drift from you, as if you could have done anything else, a million miles away and the rush of new music, a million miles away and the sense of a song that didn't even want you to listen to it anymore.

But it does, actually. Of course it does.

How silly of you.

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