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Baby, baby, how was I supposed to know?

...I'd build a tree-fort in our yard!

There is a crack in everything...

Time falls away but these small hours....

Lids down, I count sheep. I count heartbeats. The only thing that counts is that I can't sleep.

If you don't scrub that kitchen floor...

...and that's the way it is.

Let it go, let it go...

It's you and me in the summertime...