I remember dancing to the one's beat
In the basement of Club Hell,
If only to get out of the heat.
The other played the soundtrack to my
youth.
I never did mind the complex chords,
Because the lyrics sang the truth.
Never let your disparate favorites
Sign to the same label.
Hear how they collaborate
As they're best unable,
The half-songs they sing
About two different things.
I don't know what kind of music
They're trying to make,
But it's definitely not peanut butter
cups.
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