| There are two sides to every person
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| Like the two sides of a dime
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| Heads or tails it depends upon
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| Who’s watching at the time
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| Though I hate to say it
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| Mine is no exception
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| One part is the prodigal
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| The other part: deception
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| Like the prince and the pauper
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| Like Jacob and his brother
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| Each hide a different heart
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| Each a shadow of the other
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| Me and my doppelganger
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| Both share the same blood
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| One I have hated
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| The other have I loved
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| One of them’s the Golden Boy
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| The man I’d like to be I show him off in the parades
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| For all the world to see
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| The other is much weaker
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| He stumbles all the time
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| The source of my embarrassment
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| He’s the one I try to hide
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| The Golden boy is made of straw
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| His finest suit will surely burn
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| His vice is the virtue
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| That he never had to earn
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| The prodigal’s been broken
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| And emptied at the wishing well
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| But he’s stronger for the breaking
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| With a story to tell
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| I’m not easy with confessions
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| It’s hard to tell the truth
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| But I have favored the golden boy
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| While the other I’ve abused
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| And he takes it like a man
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| Though he’s longing like a child
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| To be loved and forgiven
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| And share the burden for awhile
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| So take a good look in the mirror
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| Tell me who you see
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| The one who Jesus died for
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| Or the one you’d rather be
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| Can you find it in your heart
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| To show mercy to the one
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| The Father loved so much
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| That he gave his only son… |