The story
He tries to bury her, but she keeps showing up.
He tells himself if he keeps busy, her face will fade like dust on a dashboard and her name will stop flaring in the dark. But every quiet room hands him back the same ache, and the more he pushes her out of sight, the harder she takes up space in his mind.
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Lyrics
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