| My evil twin, bad weather friend
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| He always wants to start when I want to begin
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| It scares me so, like I scare myself
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| With that book of Nostradamus up upon my shelf
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| Playing hangman 'til the morning light
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| Doing doughnuts on the neighbor’s lawn
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| Then sleep all through the day, get up and start again
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| I can hear some sirens somewhere but I don’t know why
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| My evil twin runs home again
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| Search lights look for an alibi, but I’ll be home by then
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| Here he comes again, my evil twin
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| My friends have seen him hiding underneath my skin
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| Who cut the arm off the voodoo doll
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| That resembles a Republican president from long ago
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| I’d hate to see you leave
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| 'Cause I have grown so grateful for the
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| Blame you save me from
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| My twin
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| My twin
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| My twin
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| (My twin) I know he looks like me
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| (My twin) Hates work like me and walks like me
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| (My twin) He’s even got a twin like me
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| My evil twin, bad weather friend
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| I know some day I’ll meet him
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| But I don’t know where or when |