It's sick and it's sad and it makes me grieve
At the bad things
Borne on the wings
Of the loose twists and ruthless turns
Of fact, truth and tact you've put to good use
Yeah right,
Right
Wrong
Too many times
Two rights
Make a wrong
Each hard word said is a scar on your heart
And your head's the part
That starts the end
Of the best of friends
Amends immense
And your pride stands tall and high and hard as a Jericho wall
You think in time
The other wall
will fall
'Til then it's just right,
Right, left
Right, right, left
Right
Right
Wrong
Too many times
Two rights
Make a wrong
Mitch Murphy 2004-2005
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