We all know what it’s like. You get a crap song stuck in your head on Monday. It’s still there on Tuesday. You’re singing it in your sleep by Wednesday, and on Thursday, Friday and Saturday you’re about ready to stab yourself. You like to make yourself believe that you can beat it, but the minute you let it under your skin, there’s no limit to how long your brain will hold on to the crappest of musical offerings. You know this much is true.
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