| Listen while I tell of a secret life, clandestine lives entwined like vines
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| You may already know where when and how
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| If I tell ya then, it’s no secret now
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| Two sides to every story
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| Heads and tails of the very same coin
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| Two sides to every story
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| Different words with identical rhyme
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| They appear to be most commonplace
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| They’re breathing like the winners of a marathon race
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| It’s blase casuality…
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| They are balanced like a trinity
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| Two sides to every story
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| Opposites from the ends of the earth
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| Two sides to every story
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| Who’s to say what either is worth
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| We come together, our story’s told as one
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| We come together, after all is said and done
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| Listen while I tell of a secret life, lives entwined like vines, man and wife
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| They said it all, express solidarity…
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| When one’s a crowd, three’s company
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| We come together, our story’s told as one
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| We come together, after all is said and done
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| We come together, our story’s told as one
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| We come together, still the same two parallel lines |