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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 |
