By Joe Dimuzio, Daily Music Columnist
Published April 16, 2012
We change our phone numbers, we lose our phones, we try and choose the best words to express ourselves and sing futile jingles in the divide between meaning and feeling.
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You hit repeat. The town looks a little different. Younger kids take your place, throwing their coins into the fountain. There’s always construction. You begin to forget people, music, whole years. Some pop songs come along and help you remember. You hit repeat.