As summer goes on, people begin to fall into a rhythm, a lilting, washing, similar to the tides we all wish we were at, but can't afford to go to because all of our parents are poor. It feels like these songs, music that fits in right with the way you breathe, mingling with your inhalation. The last song is the kind of music that you want to play while sitting on a rooftop, staring at the world spread out beneath you, and is, as always, the song to pay attention to.

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