tomorrow might be the day I die
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so I want, or rather must, confide
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all these things I did, or did not,
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try to hide.
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well, if boys are boys and
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girls are girls.
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then boys and girls
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are sometimes confused
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and I am confused most all the time.
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well let's get one thing right
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our friends are good
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and their support is great
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but the outcome is everything
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and that's left to me and you
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so if today is that day I dread
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then at least it can be said
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that we, we did things right.
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we wrestled with our sense of pride
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and even if it didn't sound like a battle cry.
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still we, we did things right.
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we hung up our relationships
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for everyone to see
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then blind interpretations
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couldn't say what's right for you or me
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and we could find out what we want
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and make no apologies
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because we couldn't coexist
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any other way.
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Sweet Dudes And Sweet Ladies
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| Defiance, Ohio |
