Sometimes there are two in me
So much to feel, so much to be
I swear that there are two in me
Sometimes she controls me there
Then all is happy, all is fair
I laugh when through her eyes I stare
But oft I change so suddenly
Get grasped by insecurity
For sometimes it is she who's me
Sometimes we are holding hands
We merge together when we dance
And we give each another chance
Sometimes there are two in me
It creates and odd diversity
For both have as much right to be
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