Sadly, while trying to stay perfectly still inside of an MRI with an IV attached to my arm, the only things I could think of were:
“I was down at the New Amsterdam, staring at this yellow haired girl…”
And
“…Fold me up. Take me out. I’m portable.”
Sad that the only things I could come up with for an hour and a half were snippets of songs.
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