God Help the Girl / Perfection As A Hipster

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"They never met, the singer and the swinger...

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She walked in,

They walked around each other

Fighting for the mirror and smiling

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She was awkward

I was tongue-tied

She was goofy

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And she aspired to perfection as a hipster

And she asked me

“How should I wear my problem hair

My dirty, no good problem hair?”

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She asked me

I blew it

I knew it...

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I always wonder how things could have been

(I wouldn't waste time dreaming about me)

Spend every second day just dreaming how the first one ought to be

My dream was realised but I was sleeping

I was sleeping..."

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