Closer to what exactly? Well, maybe to hitting new peaks of indie snoredom by writing the most insipid, abysmal, life-threateningly nondescript single that precisely nobody will ever consider except in contempt… ever. Like a fly buzzing around the ear, or a hair stuck on your tongue, ‘Closer’ contributes absolutely nothing at all to the grand scheme of life, except to irritate and annoy you when you’ve other things to concentrate on. Go away Travis.
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