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Her eyesare the lightest shade of brownSo light That if it was the color of her hair you'd have to call her blondeAnd she isPerpetually happyAnd she is Perpetually askingMe for more than I could ever even hope to giveAnd nothing pisses me off moreThan the sound of her laughing Flipping through my collection I need the right song for this situation Too fast or too slow Too high or too low He don't know the pain that I know The soundtrack to my life Just the right moment and just the right time For whatever is playing on the radio It don't fit press play on the stereoI'm not exactly sure When it was that I got mixed up with the devilBut there she isAnd I'm in love with her The sense of humorThe inside jokes thatI am conditioned to laugh atAnd make me want to make amends with herBut I know betterAt least I think I know better It's like a soap opera climax in the middle of a sitcom romance And I cannot be held responsible. You speak to me of my idle hands and I speak to you of your idle tongue I dream in color and you will never understand It's like a soap opera climax in the middle of a sitcom romance I speak in riddles and you will never understand
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