And the video of Joe looking constipated as he sings.
It's like he doesn't hear a word I say,
His mind is somewhere far away,
And I don't know how to get there,
It's like,
he doesn't even care,
You
me
We're face to face
But we don't see eye to eye
When I hold on, he just lets go
We're perfectly imperfect
But I wouldn't change a thing.
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