I can be wrong,
To admit it
But...
You can't be wrong,
No matter what it is.
I can be wrong,
To admit it.
And...
When this is admitted,
You ball up your fist.
And when this is admitted...
Less truth you wish to get.
I can be wrong,
To admit it
But...
When this is admitted,
Less truth you wish to get.
And when this is admitted,
I duck from flying fists.
And...
When this is admitted,
I exit from you quick.
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