Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think
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