I don't understand why the iPod plays this song everytime I go to pick up my girl. Every Friday around six pm, while I'm crossing the bridge infront her house the drums and the bass begin to sound. The mysterious choir is there. Once I stood up on the bridge, making time, smoking a cigarrette, watching the cars passing by, what if the city would become a Ghost Town? I couldn't be happier. I guess I'm not the only one. There are days, Good Friday for example, in which the city actually becomes a Ghost Town. Travelling all around the city becomes a real pleasure. Everything's closed, that's the part I like the best. Every door is closed. I imagine how people have died or moved somewhere else after they've dried the whole place. And they will dry the next one.
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Ghost town comes up on my random selection way too often to.
I have read articles on why this can be the case but I ignore them and view it that Ghost Town should be played.
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