On the CD player (yep, still MB20). …

“SLOW DANCING ON THE BOULEVARD

IN THE QUIET MOMENTS WHILE THE CITY’S STILL DARK

SLEEPWALKING THROUGH THE SUMMER RAIN

IN THE TIRED SPACES

YOU COULD HEAR HER NAME

WHEN SHE WAS WARM AND TENDER AND YOU

PULLED HER ARMS AROUND YOU

THERE WAS NOTHING BUT HER

LOVE AND AFFECTION SHE WAS

CRAZY FOR YOU NOW SHE’S

PART OF SOMETHING THAT YOU LOST

AND FOR ALL YOU KNOW

THIS COULD BE

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WHAT YOU NEED

AND WHAT YOU WANT TO BE

NIGHT SWIMMING IN HER DIAMOND DRESS

MAKING SMALL CIRCLES MOVE ACROSS THE SURFACE

STAND WATCHING FROM THE STEADY SHORE

LAYING WIDE OPEN AND WAITING FOR

SOMETHING WARM AND TENDER WHILE SHE’S

MOVING FURTHER FROM YOU

THERE WAS NOTHING THAT COULD

MAKE IT EASY ON YOU

EVERY STEP YOU TAKE REMINDS YOU

THAT SHE’S WALKING ON

EVERY WORD YOU NEVER SAID

ECHOES DOWN YOUR EMPTY HALLWAY

EVERYTHING THAT WAS YOUR WORLD

JUST CAME DOWN

IT JUST CAME DOWN

DAY BREAKING ON THE BOULEVARD

FEEL THE SUN WARMING UP

YOUR SECONDHAND HEART

LIGHT SWIMMING RIGHT ACROSS YOUR FACE

YOU THINK

MAYBE SOMEDAY

MAYBE SOMEDAY.”

Matchbox Twenty, “The Difference” —

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