| You and me, we’re cut from the same cloth
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| It seems to some we famously get along
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| But you and me are strangers to each other
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| 'Cause you and me: competitive to the bone
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| Such tragedy to trample on each other
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| With how much we’ve endured, with the state this land is in
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| You and me feel joined only by gender
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| We are not all for one and one for all
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| Sister blister, we fight to please the brothers
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| We think their acceptance is how we win
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| They’re happy we’re climbing over each other
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| To beg the club of boys to let us in
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| You and me, estranged from the mother
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| You and me have felt impotent in our skin
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| You and me have taken it out on each other
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| And you and me disloyal to the feminine
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| Such a pity to disavow each other
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| With how far we’ve come, with how strong we’ve been
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| You and me are on this pendulum together
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| You and me with scarcity still fueling
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| Sister blister, we fight to please the brothers
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| We think their acceptance is how we win
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| They’re happy we’re climbing over each other
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| To beg the club of boys to let us in
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| We may not have priorities same
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| We may not even like each other
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| We may not be hugely anti-men
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| But such a cost to dishonor a sister
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| You and me have made it harder for the other
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| We forget how hard separatism has been
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| You and me, we can help change their minds together
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| You and me in alignment until the end
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| Sister blister, we fight to please the brothers
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| We think their acceptance is how we win
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| They’re happy we’re climbing over each other
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| To beg the club of boys to let us in
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| Sister blister, we fight to please the brothers
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| We think their acceptance is how we win
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| They’re happy we’re climbing over each other
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| To beg the club of boys to let us in |