Another bad divorce
And of course the kids are the losers
But love gets along in the little towns
As equally in the big towns
I travel helplessly around
The world struggling in my head
Like a quarrelsome family
Hard to believe we’ve the same parents
But taken individually
We each seem splendid
Except for the unloved parts
We trade places for a while
Passing on the street
But we hardly notice it
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