.You pull it to the right and I bring
It back to center>
I blame it on your pride and you blame it on my temper>
Standing on the skin of a cell, it was sickle
For me it was over, the coroner, the cripple
We'd spend our lives making out middles
Oh, to give so much got me so .
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