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There’s a nick in the ribbon
In the middle of my favorite song
And it catches, it warbles, it stutters there
Stuck like an awkward smile in an old photograph
Now the car is filling
With the far-off thunder of our thinking
The clang and the clamor
Of a thousand weird transmissions distorting
And somewhere in the static there is sweetness
And somehow we keep driving
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