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RECENTLY RETITLED: previously 'Play the Music.'

We're running away and I'm not sure if you love me, but you love me. I see your face in the sky but mine in your eyes and you aren't the same person you were when I met you. I'm not sure if I recognise you but I recognise the road. Keep driving. And turn the music on, won't you? It doesn't mean anything but I'd rather mean nothing than not know what I am.

A love story is a ghost story. It always ends the same.