Can I just be something, somewhere in your room? But you won't notice. Maybe I’ll be paper, or books thrown on your floor. Move me when you want to, I'll lay where you put me. In your VCR if I become a cassette. Or on top of your computer, if that’s where I would fit, then so be it. But things can’t be perfect all the time. That I know. Sometimes
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