It's strange to sitting in bed and seeing this juxtaposition of songs presented in such a prosaic and haunting way, with Ozzie's lack of expression - like he could care less and the sailors chiming in as the chorus (note the shredding rebel guitarist sailor in the back) on your anniversary.
So I hadda jump on the synchronicity of it all and find a copy of it for you.
We agreed to not get each other anything, but I broke down and splurged and got her this:
Here's a song for you baby - it sums it all up, as it always will.
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