When a tune continuously ripples through you ears for days and nights even at the comfort of silence, you get the strange feeling that the tune is either a mantra or another manifestation of Lito Camo's---God or Allah forbid---musical taste. Worse, when a tune gets resurrected in your ears after staying dormant for a couple of weeks or months, you get the strange feeling that you are either wanting of a medical check-up or, at the least, in dire need of some good old fashioned cotton buds to scrape-off that slab of wax. But what could be worse than a government trying to resurrect an old tune buried in the catacombs which may have already gathered dust and grime, all in the efforts of diverting the ears of those who wither the pain of listening to what could be the worst tune of all history?
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The President's Last Song Syndrome
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