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Elvis never could carry a tune/ And she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon/ She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin/ Saying well why don't I begin again/ With turpentine and patches/ With cold, cold Campbell's from the canFollowing
i.e. things Rachel says when catching up on Lost.
I refuse to believe all my questions will be answered. It’s the only way to keep myself sane.
