| It was always what you said
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| It would be, and nothing more
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| Through the smoke screens and the pipe dreams
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| And the blood on the floor
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| You say it’s black, well it’s bound to be black
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| You made up your mind, and you see with that
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| Baby, if you wanna be right
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| I will let you be right
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| I will let you be right
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| You know that the numbers don’t lie
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| Oh no, the numbers don’t lie;
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| Two wrongs will not make it right
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| You said, «One and one and one and one is three.»
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| But I know my lines and my graphs and my math-
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| Honey, that ain’t me
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| If you want it, you can have it-
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| All the lines on the cellar floor
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| Don’t mean nothing, just a bad dream-
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| Even if you think it’s more
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| You say it’s black, well it’s bound to be black
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| You made up your mind, and you see with that
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| Baby, if you wanna be right
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| I will let you be right
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| I will let you be right
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| You know that the numbers don’t lie
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| Oh no, the numbers don’t lie;
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| Two wrongs will not make it right |