Secret Life by Blondie
Listen while I tell of a secret life, clandestine lives entwined like vines.
You may already know where when and how.
If I tell ya then, it's no secret now.
Two sides to every story.
Heads and tails of the very same coin.
Two sides to every story.
Different words with identical rhyme.
They appear to be most commonplace.
They're breathing like the winners of a marathon race.
It's blase casuality...
They are balanced like a trinity.
Two sides to every story.
Opposites from the ends of the earth.
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