the thin line.

there's only a thin line between success and failure.

as thin as paper.

as thin as dust.

as thin as microorganism.

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the melody that popped up during your shower could be the next hit song

and mark the start of your endless fame and fortune

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or could be easily forgotten merely because you needed to use the loo.

and didnt manage to record it.

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that thin.

timbre and texture.

rachel yamagata played, on shuffle

matched the gloomy day very well, i thought.

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"Would you please get our from under my skin
'Cause I can't begin this yet
And I don't know what my intentions are"

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very quickly, the player jumped to the next track, on shuffle

did what it does best, randomness.

he sang

"Yeah--ahh, If we'd thought a bit 'bout the end of it
When we started to bust up the town
We'd have been aware that this love affair
Was too hot not to cool down"

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Music brings you up, and tears you down,

Makes you frown, and turns it all around.

but this time round,

its nothing more than a medium of sound.

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i continued walking, still feeling gloomy

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on a pretty little wednesday.