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I've come to face myself
In a staring contest in the mirror
Where there's more chance of victory
Than in an argument with you

We're not two peas in a pod
We're two fingers in Chinese handcuffs
The more we pull we stay
The more we stay we pull
Apart this wicker toy
With it the joy
The things that bind in pain
Keep us in love
I've come to face myself    In a staring contest in the mirror    Where there's more chance of victory    Than in an argument with you       We're not two peas in a pod    We're two fingers in Chinese handcuffs    The more we pull we stay    The more we stay we pull    Apart this wicker toy    With it the joy    The things that bind in pain    Keep us in love