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Ah, the earworm. When you get a song stuck in your head, and there it stays. And stays. It pops into your head as you’re brushing your teeth, dogs you as you toss and turn at night, and springs from your lips when you’re sitting in traffic. (Or, heaven forbid, an important meeting with the new client.) I’ve had Gordon Lightfoot’s Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald in my ear ever since it popped up on Sirius … Read entire article »