| Now there are two of us, instead of only one
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| Two times as many things get left half undone
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| We’re twice as half-asleep when the new day has begun
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| And maybe twice as on the run
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| 'Cause some of them will still be making fun of us
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| They’ll say, «The two of you will never be one of us»
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| But even if that’s true
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| They’ll have twice as much to do
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| When there are two of us
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| And one of them is you
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| They’ll find the two of us much harder to restrain
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| Outsmarted by our impressive double brain
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| If one of us runs dry, still another will remain
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| And it’s twice as hard to pull the chain
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| Of two of us, against a ton of them
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| But two of us outnumber every single one of them
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| Two lives are semi-rough
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| With half the rent and twice the stuff
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| There are two of us, and that should be enough
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| Look at everybody
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| Everybody’s always falling apart or breaking up
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| But the two of us never will be one of those
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| And I should know — I have had a run of those
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| Our love’s not guaranteed
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| But it’s growing like a weed
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| There are two of us
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| I think that’s all we need |