The crappy radio station that accompanies us on our way to work each day (believe me, it's the best of a bad bunch) is currently going through an Alicia Keys phase.
Every morning at roughly the same point in our 20 minute journey, they whack on her ode to New York.
And every morning, without fail, the song's hook attachs itself to my cranium where it rattles around all day.
"New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of. New York, New York, New York..."
I love you Alicia, I really do, but can I please have my brain back?
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