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Shh... who goes there?
A little girl with the press and curl
What's her name?
She doesn't talk much, go ask such and such
I think I'm normal, but they think I'm different
Right. Left. Tangled in a bunch.
How they got that way, I have a hunch.
They are so identical and yet so vis-á-vis
that when one gets mistaken for the other there’s conflict.
