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This song feels like Saturday mornings. When bright sunlight floods the kitchen through sheer curtains, and lemon poppy seed muffins cool on the counter.

This song takes me to a world where time ceases. Everything is tinted emerald, the air is crisp and cool on my skin, and there are labyrinths to wander in.

This song smells like salt air, sharp and fresh. It's hot naps on the sand, and sitting on the water's edge, head turned up towards the sun.

This song feels like walking into a bodega in New York, striking gold finding the very green 10 for $1 plantains.

This song feels like laying lazily on my back, flipping open my fuschia Razr phone to read a few texts from friends, before opening MSN to see who's online.

This song feels like walking on main street on a foggy, balmy morning while everyone else sleeps snug and safe.