You and I are two special sauce beef patties on a sesame seed bun,
Meant to be together, meant to have fun,
Exactly the same in every single way,
Destined to be together forever and a day,
But there will always be this bread between us,
And things are already dead between us,
Because we did things the wrong way.
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