Where do they come from? Where do they go? Who knows? Who cares? I suppose the usual suspects are generally lurking. Heartbreak, loneliness and a change in the weather.
They wake me up in the middle of the night and they keep me away from little chores. Some of them are like pals and some of them make me too sad to spend much time with them. I'll get 'em to you pretty soon here. Believe me, I don't need any reminder that the world doesn't really need any more Ronny Elliott records.
I think we could use some new RE music. I'm sure you have some new stories to tell.
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