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Nov 21, 2006 03:16

"tell you what there is plenty wrong with me
but i fixed up a few old buildings
planted a few trees
children seem to like me
animals too
like the birds and the bees

and eating a sandwich standing over the kitchen counter
with only the sound of chewing in the room
i can see you as a challenge
that i would eagerly meet
'cuz you are way way way sweet

it’s just that kind of evening
that cracks open like a half shaken beer
cool and refreshing running down your arm
baby, there’s no other place i’d rather be than here
pardon my periodic alarm

you are ever true, ever new in love
and i mean that in the best and worst way
i don’t really know what i was so mad about
but the full moon is about a week away

i tell you what there is plenty wrong with you
stuff you’d sooner fight for than cop to
i think it’s just more reason why we’re meant to be
people say i look like you and you look like me
a crazy combination of everything and nothing right
we are way way way way way way way way way tight
yes, we are way way way way way way way way way tight
we are way way way way way way way way way tight"
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