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As I wander through my world

And I trip and tie my shoe

I wish you weren't here

I've fallen from your shoelace

That you dangled from your window

Suspended till the wind blew

Count the records on my shelf

I've organized them all by genre

It's no use when you're around

All you ever choose is that

Which your little eye catches first

So I learned to move them around

Revolving in my soul

In rainbows you appear

I wish you weren't here

Now she's leaving home

But before I reach the phone

I stop to think it over

It can't be over, oh no

In the absence of my mind

And my shoes, and my car

I sit here idly

I delete my favorite voicemail

That you left me

Stub my toenail on my bed

I start to cry

Believe it or not

I rarely think about you

I wouldn't believe it, no

I think about you sometimes

I think about you often

I'm thinking about you now

As you wander through my door

And start taking off your clothes

I go to choose a record

But trip on your shoelace

You beat me to the shelf

She said, she said

"Watch yourself"

I laid back on the floor

There's nothing I love more