I am one of the great mis-hearer of lyrics: whether it’s the Beatles or Napalm Death, I do worse than failing to understand—I come up with my own lyrics and think they’re right. It’s terrible, and I only notice decades after the fact that the words are “The way she looked was way beyond compare” instead of what I’m too embarrassed to admit I thought the…
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