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I don't slam well on love It slams on me A drumming thrumming arrhythmia Ba-bump ba-bump ba--- bump-ba-bump A little loss here is a little gain there Only, it doesn't work that way My stopwatch heart hiccups then echoes Like odd flats and sharps Seemingly out of place among the expected A beat that needs to be acquired over several listenings Like a new food that needs to be tasted up to 12 times Before you can truly decide if you like it. It take more than 3 licks and a bite to get to my center One, two three, you're not for me Four, five, six, a few more licks Seven, eight, nine, out to dine Ten, eleven, twelve, you can delve And yet... Here it sits in my chest with its arrhythmia Patiently waiting for that defibrillating current That shock that will set it right Or perhaps it's never meant to be that way Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps It's perfect in it's imperfection My heart's a stereo, and we can dance if you want to, because the rhythm is gonna get you, on re-pe-pe-pe-pe-peat.
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
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I don't slam well on love It slams on me A drumming thrumming arrhythmia Ba-bump ba-bump ba--- bump-ba-bump A little loss here is a little gain there Only, it doesn't work that way My stopwatch heart hiccups then echoes Like odd flats and sharps Seemingly out of place among the expected A beat that needs to be acquired over several listenings Like a new food that needs to be tasted up to 12 times Before you can truly decide if you like it. It take more than 3 licks and a bite to get to my center One, two three, you're not for me Four, five, six, a few more licks Seven, eight, nine, out to dine Ten, eleven, twelve, you can delve And yet... Here it sits in my chest with its arrhythmia Patiently waiting for that defibrillating current That shock that will set it right Or perhaps it's never meant to be that way Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps It's perfect in it's imperfection My heart's a stereo, and we can dance if you want to, because the rhythm is gonna get you, on re-pe-pe-pe-pe-peat.
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
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