| I was looking in the mirror to a saint or a sinner
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| One of us a runner and one of us a winner
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| Drawing names out the hats, I was this, I was that
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| I was fixed, I was broken, asleep or awoken
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| You get the phone and I’ll get the door
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| You hit the road and I’ll hit the dance floor
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| You get the train and I’ll get the tube
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| You get the wall and I’ll break through
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| My mind is made of history
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| One of us is crying but it won’t be me
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| I was sailing in a boat of duality
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| One side frosty, one side free
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| I was gliding into the wrong situation
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| Moving on but left at the station
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| You get the likes and I’ll turn it off
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| You get the bikes and I’ll ride along
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| You change your mind and I’ll do the time
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| You keep it in and I’ll do the lonely mime
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| My mind is made of history
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| One of us is crying but it won’t be me
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| My eyes are made of destiny
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| One of us is crying but it won’t be me
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| I’ll meet you in the middle
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| Our roads are going to cross one sunny day
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| The answers to a riddle, that no one knows
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| We’re not beaten but it’s hard and I don’t know the end
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| I want us to remember, only the two of us will ever know
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| We’ve only got one face, we’ve only got the one face to show to the world
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| You get the phone and I’ll get the door
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| You hit the road and I’ll hit the dance floor
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| You get the train and I’ll get the tube
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| You get the wall and I’ll break through
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| My mind is made of history
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| One of us is crying but it won’t be me
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| My eyes are made of destiny
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| One of us is crying but it won’t be me |