| You can take your Connells and your Mariannes
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| Take your on and off lovers and their wayward plans
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| You can take your Trump and take your Pence
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| And every little love that makes perfect sense
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| Your love was an ever-moving thread
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| You always kept us coming
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| That’s what she said
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| You took pleasure in each other’s misery
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| But those pranks were a cover for a synergy
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| Oh, the hugs were rare but they were true
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| And when I look at them, I see a bit of me and you, so
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| Try, try, try as we might, I don’t think we’re that different from
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Jim and Dwight
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| You can take your Homers and take your Marge
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| Chuck in Holmes and Watson, free of charge
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| Those sweet duos were always meant to be
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| But they never had your stunning complexity
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| You pushed each other right to the edge
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| But deep in there was a secret pledge
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| That you would always have each other’s backs
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| Like when Roy from the warehouse came to attack
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| You can’t love someone all the time
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| And the truly great loves, they fit no design, so
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| Try, try, try as we might, I don’t think we’re that different from
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Jim and Dwight
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| You can have your Hermiones and your Rons
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| And all of those who needed magic wands
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| You can have your Rose and have your Jack
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| Who only started living when the iceberg cracked
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| You didn’t shout your love, it lay underground
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| And in truth there was no love more profound, so
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| Try, try, try as we might, I don’t think we’re that different from
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Try, try, try as we might, I don’t think we’re that different from
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Jim and Dwight
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| Oh, love is gold in all its forms
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| But if I had to choose, I’d choose the one with storms |