Me in 20 years
My daughter: Mom can you please shut the door
Me:
My daughter:
Me:
My daughter:
Me: Turn the light off. I wanna be with you, I wanna feel your love
My daughter: Oh not this again
Me: I wanna lay beside you
My daughter: Mom they're not even a band anymore
Me:
My daughter: Oh shit
Me: You better run.
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