perfectly imperfect.

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‘This American Life’ asked Sara Bareilles to imagine what President Obama might be thinking about the current election and Donald Trump, but can’t say publicly. Leslie Odom, Jr., performs the song.

Someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me You’re laying waste to Halloween You fucked it friend, it’s on its head, it struck the street You’re in Milwaukee, off your feet And at once I knew I was not magnificent Strayed above the highway aisle Jagged vacance, thick with ice And I could see for miles, miles, miles Third and Lake it burnt away, the hallway Was where we learned to celebrate Automatic bought the years you’d talk for me That night you played me ‘Lip Parade’ Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree Saying nothing, that’s enough for me And at once I knew I was not magnificent Huddled far from the highway aisle Jagged vacance, thick with ice And I could see for miles, miles, miles Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright Above my brother, I and tangled spines We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be Now to know it in my memory And at once I knew I was not magnificent High above the highway aisle Jagged vacance, thick with ice But I could see for miles, miles, miles

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