Once we were so close we were fused,
Belly to belly
And now we re standing back to back
It s strange that we should be feuding
Once we were so close we were joined,
Forehead to forehead
Now we live in our own little worlds
We don t speak the same language
Who am I? I am you and I
Who are you? You are me too
Who are we? We are you and me
Who are they? They don t matter anyway
Once we were so close we held hands
Into the evening
Now we drift into a pea soup fog
We re lost in different directions
Et tu indian giver
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