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Hey, Jeff Tweedy, wanna stop writing songs about my life? Actually, keep doing it, but stop making me want to cry, thanks.

Over and over and over again I say that we’re just friends Forget the implications Infatuations end If love so easy, why is it hard I can’t imagine ever being apart I’ll come back to you It’ll be brand new But I promise We’re just friends Over and over and over again I try to make amends For everything I’ve done wrong My whole world just spins Make some coffee, hold me up Try and talk me out of giving up I’ll come back to you It’ll be brand new But I promise We’re just friends

This is what love is for, to be out of place.

“It is hinting around where you start to see where it ceases to be impossible when you think about what a country or a place can become. And when does it stop being something unbelieveable and something you can act upon to try and change when you realize that there’s something inside of yourself you need to fix. Basically, when do you wake up from denial?”

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