Crossroads
What is so terribly wrong with the truth
That you feel you have to lie through your teeth
just to keep up that you are right and I wrong
But hold on a second, I thought I was the one
born of the bullish astrological designation
and here we are: I, the bull and you, the ass
Neither budging to either side in order
for the other to pass by because we are
both headed in our absent-minded directions.
That you feel you have to lie through your teeth
just to keep up that you are right and I wrong
But hold on a second, I thought I was the one
born of the bullish astrological designation
and here we are: I, the bull and you, the ass
Neither budging to either side in order
for the other to pass by because we are
both headed in our absent-minded directions.
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