From my humble beginning,
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To our bitter end,
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You were the one who was pretending.
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That I was your orphan.
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In a brown stone apartment in Brooklyn,
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I found a new place to dwell
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I tore up my ticket to Tennessee and checked out of the Hollywood hotel
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You can call me a turncoat,
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Challenge my dignity
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But you were wrong about me
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Honey you were wrong, all along, about me
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Take off your plastic Halo.
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But don't shun the monks inside your head
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Give it to the gullible grooms who drink their snake oil beside your bed.
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In your conjured up court room my integrity is on trial
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The prosecution is gathering evidence from denial
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You can preach to the choir
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Say that I'm guilty
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But you were wrong about me!
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Honey you were wrong, all along, about me, about me
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Go tell all your friends about it
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Tell the boys back home about it
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Tell all your nurses and nuns about it
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Go to all your cats about it
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That you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong about me, you were wrong, you were wrong about me
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Stubborn cowboys click their bootheels,
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They are settling their debts
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But I'm not making anymore deals
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I ain't placing no more bets
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Downtown on Wall Street where the millionaires smoke their cigars,
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I traded in all my savings for a new suit and an electric guitar.
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You can say that I sold out.
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but nobody works for free.
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And you were wrong about me
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Honey you were wrong, all along, about me, about me, about me
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Honey you were wrong, all along, about me, wrong about me!
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Wrong About Me
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| Brett Dennen |
