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I was born with the wrong sign

In the wrong house

With the wrong ascendancy

I took the wrong road

That led to

The wrong tendencies

I was in the wrong place

At the wrong time

For the wrong reason
and the wrong rhyme

On the wrong day

Of the wrong week

Used the wrong method
with the wrong technique

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There's something wrong
with me chemically

Something wrong
with me inherently

The wrong mix

In the wrong genes

I reached the wrong ends

By the wrong means

It was the wrong plan

In the wrong hands

The wrong theory
for the wrong man

The wrong eyes

On the wrong prize

The wrong questions
with the wrong replies

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I was marching
to the wrong drum

With the wrong scum

Pissing out the wrong energy

Using all the wrong lines

And the wrong signs

With the wrong intensity

I was on the wrong page

Of the wrong book

With the wrong rendition
of the wrong look

With the wrong moon

Every wrong night

With the wrong tune played
till it sounded right, yeah

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