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That's why I'm singing baby don't worry, 'cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't if it just hurts too bad then we'll wait for it to pass. And I will keep you company for those days so long and black. And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve. Of love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we'd see the beauty then, we'd stand staring in awe at our still lives posed. Like a bowl of oranges. Like a story told by the fault-lines and the soil.