I won't think about next week,
I won't think until tomorrow,
Just a sight for sore eyes disguised as a fly.
And not a single soul in these woods ever saw a jaw drop so low as is mine at the moment.
Imaginary ordinary it's you that I belong with.
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"Imaginary Ordinary" as written by James Cecil Cameron Bird
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