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| Just as I wanna be mad at you A sad song comes on And its like all this anger Is forgot Because music has that power over me And it affects all I see Including you and your perfectly fitting jeans That sometimes are on the verge Of slipping right off When you decide you need to run The only problem is that you run away from everything Me the wall and your jeans are witness to this ever paralyzing disease But when the song is over I love you more for your imperfections than I would for being perfect! |