Another case of suspicious randomness of shuffle. Sometimes it’s too lazy to look around the whole disk.
I’m never going to know you now/but I’m going to love you anyhow.
I was starting to write songs and I had splurged on the Strat. Back and forth to Paramount, where I kept the strat in my office for all the dead time. I guess we were supposed to be thinking of stories. But it was hours on end, day after day. Sometimes I closed the door and took out the strat. We had internet service so I read email and shopped for a used car.
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