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I can't serenade you with a guitar Or play the piano In a complicated sequence That will melt your heart And I can't sing for shit But I'm pretty literate So I can write about you All day, till it hurts my wrist Creating a document Of an imaginary tryst A lovers rendezvous The type that could only exist In my head When I’m laying in my bed Slightly unconscious Hanging on by a thread To ...

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