There now follows a brief Ghost Intermission.
It's not hard, not hard to reach. We can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach...
Don't know why, but those words have always come back in strange times.
I don't care about history/that's not where I wanna be
Brilliant.
...and yet there's also:
No time to think about what to tell them/no time to think about what she's done and she was
So there.
Intermission ends in five...
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