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Lyrics That Decide To Haunt You The Rest Of Your Life

Not because the lyrics themselves spoke to you, but because someone else was speaking to you through the homemade music compilation thing they gave you, and you couldn't see it as a message at the time. Now, years later, when you hear the melody over the elevator muzak, it time warps you and makes you well up in your eyes in stark sympathy for the unscalable mountain of someone else's neverending torment. There was beauty in there, but they only loved you in those rare moments you looked down upon them. What a horribly tormented existence to endure, not waving, but drowning.

Then the person with you in the elevator asks what's wrong, and you can't bear to tell them it's the cheesy muzak that is making you demand to get out on the next floor and just take the stairs the rest of the way. So you tell them you have an elevator phobia because in one of the old Omen movies, some guy got cut in half by an elevator cable. It doesn't matter that they look at you like you're crazy, as long as your watered eyes go away.

Some songs are like omens. They may not be stabbing at your mind in creepy Latin, but had you listened when you were supposed to, you could have learned a whole lot more before the Fall.

Am I part of the cure? Or am I part of the disease?