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Description
The rhythm spins around, like someone's contact list, where half of the numbers have lost their meaning, but they still call. A little chaos, a few aeroplanes, hotel rooms and that eternal ‘girl in my thoughts’ who either exists or has already dissolved into the noise of the bass. The result is a sound about the transience of relationships and how easy it is to confuse real feelings with the echo from your headphones.
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