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II could be wrong
I could be right
I could be wrong

I could be wrong, i could be right
I could be black, i could be white
I could be right, i could be wrong
I could be white, i could be black

Your time has come, your second skin
The cost so high, the gain so low
Walk throug the valley, the written word is a lie

May the road rise with you (3x)

I could be wrong, i could be right (2x)

I could be wrong, i could be right
I could be wrong, i could be right
I could be black, i could be white
I could be right, i could be wrong
I could be black, i could be white

They put a hot wire to my head
Cos' of the things i did and said
They made these feelings go away
Model citizen in every way

May the road rise with you (3x)

Anger is a energy (3x)

May the road rise with you (3x)

Anger is a energy (3x)

I could be wrong, i could be right (2x)

I could be wrong, i could be right
I could be black, i could be white
I could be right, i could be wrong
I could be black, i could be white

Your time has come, your second skin
Cost so high, the gain so low
Walk through the valley, the written word is a lie

I could be wrong, i could be right
I could be wrong

They put a hot wire to my head
Cos' of the things i did and said
They made these feelings go away
A model citizen in every way
Your time has come your second skin
Cost so high the gain so low

May the road rise with you (3x)

Anger is a energy...

MULU > Pussycat

Be my, be my,
Be my, be my,

A snapshot of the smashing time,
Is my fingers in its mega big pie,
And I’m tempted by the darker side
Of a big flash motor car,
Moving in my direction.
And there’s a million ways to have it made,
Seduce with a smile then bore everyone to death,
But I light up whenever I become that,
Twinkle tips in the sky.

Be my, be my pussycat.
Be my, be my pussycat.

Do you really think I’m pretty ?
Do you really think I’m moody ?
Do you really think I’m sultry ? Be my, be my…

Be my, be my pussycat.
Be my, be my pussycat.

And I wonder, where we all go,
When there’s nowhere left to play,
And I wonder, where we all go,
When there’s nothing here left to find ?

Be my, be my pussycat, pussycat.