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The making of toxic memoirs ⁣⁣⁣asI find myself driving to you ⁣⁣⁣Unable to find common ground ⁣⁣⁣I try to recall ⁣⁣lively talks that used to be ours ⁣⁣⁣⁣but the song that plays⁣⁣⁣ on the radiooverwrites all our static memories away⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣The further I drive ⁣⁣⁣The less I seek you ⁣⁣⁣The more that I think ⁣⁣⁣The closer…