I bought the Macy Gray album ("My Life?" -- who knows, who cares) when I was workin' like a crazed nut tryin' to get my wife to love me again. I took it home and played it plenty. I listened to it when I was sculpting, painting, doing yard work, driving to the office, drivin' home, and trying to sleep with my heart, head, and body aching from the pain of once having her love and then not having it. I didn't really like her voice but that didn't matter none. She was like a shot to the vein.
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