I remember that first time I saw you, not knowing it was your band until it was your turn to play. It was a small room, and we were sitting almost directly in front of you. I felt like you being up on stage made it okay for me to stare and so I did. Later that night we met, thanks to mutual friends and guest bedrooms. After you left, I listened to you on repeat for months.
You came back to town recently and it was the same thing all over.
You're gone again, but I have you back on repeat.
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