nuts and bolts
this love of ours
is like that song on the radio
everyone likes how it sounds
but they don’t hear us tuning up every day
this life of ours
is like the house next door
you can’t see the holes in the walls
someone’s painted over them all
just once in a while baby, i don’t want to see the strings
just once in a while baby, i don’t want to see the screws
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