I know you think I’ve done you wrong;
You swear by God it’s true.
Who stole the tune, though, to whose song?
Did I do that or you?

Not that it matters much, these days;
Our friendship’s at an end,
And both of us have gone our ways
And should be on the mend.

So maybe get on with your life;
That’s what you say you want,
As I’m adapting to the knife
You buried in my front.

Although we both apportion blame,
We love each other, all the same.

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