| Me and my brother, my brother and me,
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| We were two lost kids that couldn’t agree,
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| Well the times bring changes, baby you see,
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| Like me and my brother, my brother and me.
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| (Oh) we were so different then,
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| Fighting and yelling,
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| Couldn’t ever really get along,
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| Until we started singing, and playing, these songs.
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| We were two boxers in a ring,
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| And we fought 'bout most everything,
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| We couldn’t figure out brotherly love,
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| Until guitars took the place of our gloves.
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| (Oh) we were so different then,
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| Fighting and yelling,
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| Couldn’t ever really get along,
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| Until we started singing, and playing, these songs.
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| We were kings in a castle buried in the sand,
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| Until we set forth to explore this land,
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| Now we sail the roads and drive the sea,
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| No aint nothing come between my brother and me.
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| (Oh) we were so different then,
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| Fighting and yelling,
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| Couldn’t ever really get along,
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| Until we started singing, and playing,
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| and singing, and playing,
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| and singing, and playing, these songs.
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| Songs.
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| Songs. |