We're petty, left searching for the one
Running from house to house, street to street
While the one is as clear as the sun
Running us off our feet
Taunting us with a mischievous smile
Forcing us down every isle
We don't see them
Yet they're right there trying not to blend
They try so hard
To the point that they're just torn apart
When we finally find them
We're left with only a friend
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