(Ron & Russell Mael)
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There's a round-up at the love corral
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And the air is full of dust
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And I think it's going pretty well
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But I'm trying to adjust
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As we walk along the boulevard
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With a hand in hand in hand
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And who cares if people stare at us
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Cause they'll never understand
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Sisters
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Where is the jealousy, is it there
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Sisters
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Is this a felony anywhere
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Who cares
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I see a double moon in the sky
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Sisters
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An oversupply
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Do I have to be a diplomat
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When I hear you fuss and fight
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Do I have to be an acrobat
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As I try to set it right
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There's a double moon up in the sky
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And it's shining down on me
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And I know that I'm a lucky guy
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That's my biography
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Sisters
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Where is the jealousy, is it there
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Sisters
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Is this a felony anywhere
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Who cares
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I see a double moon in the sky
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Sisters
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An oversupply
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Arms are full
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Lips are sore
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By morning we could face the light
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I would feel a little down
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Well it wouldn't be disastrous
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I would still have you around
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Sisters
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Where is the jealousy, is it there
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Sisters
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Is this a felony anywhere
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Who cares
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I see a double moon in the sky
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Sisters
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An oversupply
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Sisters
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Sparks |