You make me mad, so go away.
But you make me sad, so please come back.
You and I will dance this way,
Till it comes up, the sun's ray.
We fight, I don't know why,
But we do, I don't lie,
We fight over nothing,
Then we fight over something.
We need to stop this ugly dance.
We need to come up with a solution.
All this trouble is not worth it.
It causes too much trepidation.
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