| The right in me keeps seeing you as a lover and a friend
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| The wrong in me keeps treating every fallout as the end
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| The right in me can see right through my weaknesses and fears
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| But the wrong in me turns fear to dread and weakness into tears
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| The right in me can see that’s just the way that true love goes
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| The wrong in me starts treating friends as friends, not bitter foes
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| We drink wine from the ashtray
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| Eat lunch from the bin
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| That’s just the business we’re in
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| But when I look in your eyes
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| I can see what I’ll win
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| It’s a hell of a business we’re in
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| We’ll get wed in a graveyard
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| Honeymoon in sin
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| That’s just the business we’re in
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| But when I think of the future
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| I know what I’ll win
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| It’s a hell of a maze that we’re in
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| The loser in me celebrates each argument and fight
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| But the winner in me knows it’s wrong to only think you’re right
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| The loser in me fills each room with smarm disguised as wit
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| But the winner knows the joker’s job is knowing when to quit |